Chris: Shot a lot of holes in the clouds back there. Anybody stop to reload?
Chris: Did he just call me cowboy?
Chris: My past is my own Buck, it's not something you can use for conversation.
Chris: You stick around here, you're gonna be deader than a beaver hat.
Chris: You don't shoot nobody in the back.
Virgil:You walk off with that rifle, and you're fired.
Vin-Hell, I'm probably going to get myself killed. Now I gotta worry about a new job, too.
Ezra: Well, sir, I abhor gambling, and, as such, leave nothing to chance.
JD: My name is J.D. Dunne, adn I can ride.(rides horse in a
circle) And I can shoot.(Shoots gun, scares horse which bucks him off)
Ezra: And he can fly.(JD falls into water trough)
Buck: And he can swim too!
JD: Shouldn't we say something?
Vin: Say something?
JD: Some words?
Vin: It's a coffin of rocks, JD.
JD: Your mother was a wh...
Buck: My mother was a saint.
Ezra: Oh no, don't thank me, thank Robin Hood over there.
JD: You look awful.
Buck: Well son, that's damn near impossible.
Vin: How's your spanish?
Chris: No bueno. Your's?
Vin: What's "no bueno" mean?
Josiah:; All right, gentlemen, this game is called"Read 'Em and
Weep."
Vin: I'm out
JD: I'm already weeping.
Josiah: This game is called..."Solitaire".
Josiah: An eye for an eye leaves us...blind.
Vin:Hell, I wasn't planning on dying with a broom in my hand anyway.
Vin:He with us?
Buck:Is he with you? (Chris nods) There gonna be ladies where you're goin'?
Chris:I imagine so.
Buck:Then I imagine I'm in.
Mary:Where did you come from?
Chris:Saloon.
Mary:Hey! I want to talk to you. Where are you going?
Chris and Vin:Saloon.
Chris:I thought you said there were twenty?
Chief:No, I asked if twenty would scare you.
Chris:Twenty? No. Forty? Yes!
JD:Lower.
Vin:What'd you put in here?
JD:Rocks.
Vin:You didn't have to put so many in.
JD:It had to look right.
JD:Buck?
Buck:Yeah?
JD:You are full of crap.
Buck:You're just figuring that out now?
Chris:Did he just call me cowboy, JD?
JD:I think he did, Mr. Larabee.
Ezra:At least once.
Josiah:He hates that.
Ezra:Well sir, now that we are rid of that loathsome curmudgeon, you may effect my emancipation.
JD:Huh?
Ezra:Let me out.
Josiah:What I don't know about women ain't worth knowing.
Ezra:...I'm an entertainer.
Man:Hey darlin' (Man groaning)
Ezra:Not that kind of entertainer.
Vin:Now you look like a smart fellar. How many times are we going to have to drop you on your head before your neck breaks?
Buck:Now mister, I know you're not from around here, but only a fool takes money from a stranger to do a killing. Now, I know your not a fool, are you?
Villain:(Muffled groaning)
Vin:Huh? Maybe we should ask his friend.
Buck:Yeah. Let's ask his friend. (Gunshot)
Villain:(Muffled yelling)
Vin:Well, too late for that.
JD:What are you trying to do to me, Buck?
Buck:Hey, can I help it if I've got animal magnetism?
JD:Animal what?
Buck:Animal magnetism. I read about it in a magazine. It's a power I have no control over. Once women get a whiff of it, what can I do?
JD:Take a bath!
JD:Maybe you should try your animal maggotism on him, Buck!
Buck:That's animal magnetism, boy, and as you can plainly see, it only works on ladies.
Buck:JD, if you were any blinder, you'd be running into walls.
Nettie:Thank you.
Ezra:Oh, no, don't thank me, thank Robin Hood over there.
Josiah:Now that there was divine intervention. Me, I was gonna shoot your hand off.
Ezra:Y'all are worse than General Sherman on a Georgia
Plantation.
Buck:What?
Ezra:If I may allow me to interview the deputy.
Buck:Why you?
Ezra:Don't take this wrong, but you gentlemen occasionaly lack the essential skill of tact and diplomacy.
BuckWhat are you saying?
Josiah:I think he's saying we're rude.
Ezra:Rude? No. Rude would be a definate improvement. I'm saying you scare people. And perhaps terrorizing them won't but
you any answers this time.
Vin:What have you got in mind?
Ezra:I believe a little subtlety is in order.
Chris:Well boys, what say we head over to the saloon and
ponder the Judge's proposal?
Ezra:Wonderful idea.
Vin:Reckon I could use some ponderin'.
Ezra:What does everyone in this town want to do? What does every vistor here want to do?
Nathan:Leave?
Chris:The guy we're hunting for was close enough to sneak into my room and leave a dead body, and we're just sitting here eating breakfast!
Josiah:It's the most important meal of the day.
Buck: I hear we got trouble.
Chris: Would you be interested in partaking in a little show of force?
Buck: Show of force? Well hell, that's my middle name.
Vin: It looks like a few more than we planned on.
JD: How many more?
Vin: The word "regiment" mean anything to you?
Chris: Would you like to come back when there are less of them?
Buck: This could get ugly. And I do hate ugly.
Ezra: Well then, brace yourself, Buck. 'Cause here comes ugly.
JD: A three legged dog walks into a saloon, right? He walks right up to the bartender and he says, "I'm lookin' for the man who shot my paw!
Vin: What we need is a diversion.
Buck: I've got an old stick of dynamite in my saddlebag.
Ezra: Just don't blow up the son of a bitch who's wearing my coat.
Ezra: Mr. Larabee. Might I assume you've come to take me with you?
Chris: Oh, I couldn't do that.
Ezra: May I ask why?
Chris: You broke the law. You've been a bad boy.
Vin: Last time I was here, I had a run in with a gunslinger named Bob Harper.
Chris: The "Bob Harper"?
Vin: Mmm-hmm.
Chris: What happened?
Vin: Let's just say it was a bad time for his gun to stick.
Ezra: A lady would have slapped his oafish, drooling face.
Buck: I resent that!
Josiah: Satan's up to his old tricks again, eh?
Vin: Yup. Apparently he's using a .44 these days.
Vin: Damn, Bob! You just eat a dead animal??
Buck: A deck with six kings...that is somethin' ya don't see...everyday! Ezra:You, sir, have violated me!
Chris: So much for peace and quiet.
Buck: Aw, hell Ezra, this hand's got about as much chance as a one-legged man in a butt-kickin' contest!
Buck: Seems to me a man would remember an ugly one-eyed coward six and a half foot tall with no hair and a sissy hat.
Buck: What happened?
Ezra: Long story.
Vin: Where's Chris?
Buck: With the gang, on his way to rob the bank.
Nathan: What?
Buck: Long story.
