Sam Chisolm: What we lost in the fire, we found in the ashes.
Widow: He made them murder my husband, he will take everything we have.
Sam Chisolm: So you seek revenge?
Widow: I seek righteousness. But I'll take revenge.
Josh Faraday: [after watching Jack Horne walk away] That bear is wearing people's clothes.
Josh Faraday: [last words] I've always been lucky with one-eyed jacks.
Goodnight Robicheaux: It's like my daddy said...
Billy Rocks: What did your daddy say?
Goodnight Robicheaux: [laughs] My daddy said a lot of things!
Red Harvest: [to Denali] You are a disgrace!
Widow: Sir... I have a proposition. We're decent people being driven from our homes. Slaughtered in cold blood.
Preacher: The spirit is willing, but we are not killers.
Sam Chisolm: No one is, until they're looking down the barrel of a gun.
Billy Rocks: Knives, there's nothing to it.
[shases open some dummies, everyone walks away]
Billy Rocks: Hey, come back!
Bartholomew Bogue: If God didn't want them to be sheared, he wouldn't have made them sheep.
Josh Faraday: [pulls out a gun] This is Ethel, don't you ever disrespect her!
Josh Faraday: [pulls out another gun] It's Maria you can disrespect!
Vasquez: [drunk] My Maria? I have five Maria!
[laughs sloppily]
Jack Horne: Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will have no fear!
Bartholomew Bogue: [crawls into church to get away from Sam] You are a God-fearing man!
[Sam removes his hat for a minute, and steps into the church after Bogue]
Sam Chisolm: Powder Dan ran with an outlaw name of July Bully, may he rest in peace.
Bartender: He's dead?
Sam Chisolm: Yes, sir.
Bartender: How'd he die.
Sam Chisolm: [whispers] I whispered in his ear.
Bartender: Yeah, what's that?
Sam Chisolm: Come here.
[both lean in]
Sam Chisolm: Bring them in.
[guns cocking all around the bar]
Josh Faraday: Our paths cross again. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Sam Chisolm: Took a job. Looking for some men to join me.
Josh Faraday: Is there money in it?
Emma Cullen: [tosses him a jingling bag]
Josh Faraday: And who's she?
Sam Chisolm: "Joan of Arc."
Emma Cullen: My name's Emma Cullen. And this is my associate, Teddy Q.
Josh Faraday: Well, I do have an affinity for shiny things.
[tosses the bag back to her]
Josh Faraday: Is it difficult?
Sam Chisolm: Impossible.
Josh Faraday: [townsfolk all staring as they eat their dinner] Like being in one of them damn zoos.
Goodnight Robicheaux: Fame is a sarcophagus.
Josh Faraday: You read those in a book, or do you make 'em up as you go.
Goodnight Robicheaux: I'll try to use one-syllable words from now on.
Josh Faraday: What's a syllable?
Josh Faraday: [walks up behind her during target practice] Pretty. I mean good. Your shooting is good. Do it again.
Emma Cullen: [interrupts him with a shot] I had a father, thank you.
Josh Faraday: I didn't.
[empties his pistol in a distant tree branch]
Josh Faraday: Whoo! God dang it, I'm good.
Emma Cullen: [narrating]
[last lines]
Emma Cullen: What ever they were in life, here, at the end, each man stood with courage and honor. They fought for the ones who couldn't fight for themselves, and the died for them, too. All to win something that didn't belong to them. It was - magnificent.
Jack Horne: [considering their plight] Reminds me of this fella I used to know. Fell off a five-story building. Passed each floor on the way down, people inside heard him say : "So far, so good!" He's dead now.
Jack Horne: I make good on my horse yet, Sam?
Sam Chisolm: So far, so good.
Josh Faraday: [to the brother he has spared] I didn't wanna kill him. He shouldn't 'a touched my guns.
Goodnight Robicheaux: What a merry band, we are. Me a Grey, Chisolm a Blue, Billy a mysterious man of the Orient, a drunk Irishman, a Texican, a female and her gentlemen caller. This is not going to end well.
Vasquez: I'm Mexican, cabrón. No such thing as a "Texican."
Goodnight Robicheaux: Try telling that to my granddaddy. He died at the Alamo. New Orleans Greys, long barracks, bayonets. Blood, teeth. Mauled by a horde of teeming brown devils.
Vasquez: My grandfather was one of those devils, you know. Toluca Battalion. Hey, maybe my grandfather killed your grandfather, huh?
Sheriff Harp: Quite a batch of strays.
Jack Horne: I'll say a prayer for you. You know, a *little* prayer.
McCann: Yeah, you'll make a hell of a rug.
Josh Faraday: [standing behind him on the saloon porch] And you'll be murdered - by the world's greatest lover.
Emma Cullen: Don't be afraid. I have assembled these men and offered fair pay.
Rose Creek Barber: Who picked you to deal on our behalf?
Emma Cullen: Seems I was the only one with balls enough to do so. So I did.
Josh Faraday: [to pitiful townsfolk on the practice range] Go on home, polish your rifles. Maybe the glint 'll scare 'em off.
Bartholomew Bogue: Chisolm. Do I know that name?
Sam Chisolm: You should know it from your obituary.