Murphy: "WELL! The belted earl has spoken. All I see are hired thieves."
John Tunstill: "These boys are promising young men. Acquiring an education."
Murphy: "Well, I've had you pegged as the type that likes... educatin' young men."
Charley Bowdre: "It ain't easy having pals."
China Girl: "You look like trouble."
"Doc" Scurlock: "Trouble? I'm a poet, with flowers of all things."
China Girl: "And a gun... it's a big gun."
"Doc" Scurlock: "It's a big town. Come on Yin, all I want is a chance."
Richard Brewer: "Papers can't do anything right."
"Dirty Steve" Stephens: "Did you guys see the size of that chicken?"
Charley Bowdre: "Hey, Chavez, how come they ain't killing us?"
"Dirty Steve" Stephens: "Because we're in the spirit world, asshole. They can't see us."
William H. Bonney: "Reap the whirlwind, Brady! Reap it!"
William H. Bonney: "If we're caught, we're gonna hang... But there's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip."
William H. Bonney: "You know, Sir, I do admire you, and I sure would like to touch the gun that's gonna kill Billy the Kid."
William H. Bonney: "Dear Governor Axtell. I've heard that you will give 200 dollars for my head. Perhaps we should meet and talk. I am at the Juarez village at the border. Send 3 men, and instruct them not to shoot, as I am unarmed. In short, Sir; I surrender. Your obedient servant William H. Bonney. PS: I changed my mind. Kiss my ass!"
Alex McSween: "I'm not leaving my house."
William H. Bonney: "Alex, if you stay they're gonna kill you. And then I'm gonna have to to go around and kill all the guys who killed you. That's a lot of killing."
[The "Regulators" are surrounded by 20-30 men in Alex McSween's house]
Josiah G. "Doc" Scurlock: "Billy, what are we gonna do now?"
William H. Bonney: "We're gonna show these guys they've finally met their match!"
[When the cavalry arrives]
Josiah G. "Doc" Scurlock: "Billy, we're good, but this is getting ridiculous."
William H. Bonney: "I like these odds..."
"Dirty Steve" Stephens: "Damn good riding with you, Chavez."
Jose Chavez Y Chavez: "Many nights, my friend... Many nights I've put a blade to your throat while you were sleeping. Glad I never killed you, Steve. You're all right..."
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