Drew Dixon:
I resolve never to do a dishonest act, or take part in any thieving, robbing, or false undertaking. I will always keep to the straight and narrow, so help me God. It's still a sunny day.

Big Joe:
I'd like to get my hands on the son of a bitch that told me to go west.

Big Joe:
I'll tell ya boys... I'm the oldest whore on the block.

Jake Rumsey:
Say, how'd that Jane Eyre turn out?

Drew Dixon:
Oh, fine, fine.

Drew Dixon:
Stick 'em up.

Hobbs:
You go ahead and eat your beans, Joe. Me and the boys can take 'em easy. There's only two.

Big Joe:
My boy, if it was a blind woman in a wheelchair, I'd still give her the odds.

Big Joe:
Damn, Jackson, I wouldn't mind you being so stupid if you was good company, but you ain't even that!

Big Joe:
My boy, let me give you a little piece of advice. If you're going to pull a gun on somebody, which happens from time to time in these parts, you better fire it about a half a second after you do it... because most men aren't as patient as I am.

The Farmer:
Boys, it was hell on wheels. The worst idea in the world to go west.

Jake Rumsey:
Oh, come on now.

The Farmer:
No, I ain't lying to you, son. We tried farming the first year and a twister wiped us out. Next year it was the cattlemen, then just pure-D rotten soil. There ain't nobody got no money excepting a few. And even if you do have, there ain't a thing worth having. It rains so much it will give you the chilblains. A dry spell comes along and you choke to death on dust. That is if a bushwhacker don't come along and take your last damn dollar. No, I mean it boys, turn around and go back!