Bill Munny: I ain't like that no more. I ain't the same, Ned. Claudia, she straightened me up, cleared me of drinkin' whiskey and all. Just 'cause we're goin' on this killing, that don't mean I'm gonna go back to bein' the way I was. I just need the money, get a new start for them youngsters. Ned, you remember that drover I shot through the mouth and his teeth came out the back of his head? I think about him now and again. He didn't do anything to deserve to get shot, at least nothin' I could remember when I sobered up. Yeah, no one liked me. Mountain boys all thought I was gonna shoot 'em out of pure meanness.
Ned Logan: Well, like I said, you ain't like that no more.
Bill Munny: That's right. I'm just a fella now. I ain't no different than anyone else no more.

Ned Logan: Hell, Will. We ain't bad men no more. Shit, we're farmers.
Bill Munny: Should be easy killing them, supposing they don't go on down to Texas first.
Ned Logan: How long has it been since you fired a gun at a man, Will? Nine, ten years?
Bill Munny: Eleven.
Ned Logan: Easy, huh? Hell, I don't know that it was all that easy even back then. And we was young and full of beans. I mean, if you was mad at 'em, Will, I mean. If they'd done you some wrong, I could see shooting 'em.
Bill Munny: We done stuff for money before, Ned.
Ned Logan: Yeah, we thought we did. All right, so what did these fellas do? Cheat at cards? Steal some strays? Spit on a rich fella? What?
Bill Munny: No, they cut up a woman.
Ned Logan: What?
Bill Munny: Yeah, they cut up her face, cut her eyes out, cut her fingers off, cut her tits, everything but her cunty, I suppose.
Ned Logan: I'll be dogg-- Golly, I guess they got it comin'. 'Course, you know, Will, if Claudia was alive you wouldn't be doin' this.

Little Bill Daggett: Look son, being a good shot, being quick with a pistol, that don't do no harm, but it don't mean much next to being cool-headed. A man who will keep his head and not get rattled under fire, like as not, he'll kill ya. It ain't so easy to shoot a man anyhow, especially if the son-of-a-bitch is shootin' back at you.

Bill Munny: You better bury Ned right; and don't you be cutting up or otherwise harming no whores, or I'll come back and kill all you sons a bitches.

[About the house the Sheriff's building.]
Clyde: You know, he don't have a straight angle in that whole god-damned porch, or the whole house for that matter. He is the worst damn carpenter.

Skinny Dubois: You know how women lie.

Bill Munny: Wanna help me count this, kid?
The Schofield Kid: I trust you.
Bill Munny: Don't go trusting me too much.

Ned Logan: I sure do miss my bed.
Bill Munny: You said that last night.
Ned Logan: No last night I said I missed my wife, tonight I just miss my goddamn bed.

Davey: I'm dyin' boys! Jesus, I'm so thirsty!
Bill Munny: Give him a drink of water, goddamn it! Will you give him a drink of water for Christ's sake? We ain't gonna shoot.

[Little Bill is kicking English Bob.]
Little Bill Daggett: You think I'm kicking you. Well I'm just talking to you.

English Bob: A plague on you! A plague on the whole stinking lot of ya, without morals or laws! And all you whores got no laws! You got no honor! It's no wonder you all emigrated to America, because they wouldn't have you in England! You're a lot of savages, that's what you all are. A bunch of bloody savages! A plague on you! I'll be back!

Little Bill Daggett: It's been a long time, Bob. You run out of Chinamen?
English Bob: Little Bill, well I thought you was, well I thought that you were dead. I see you've shaved your chin whiskers off.
Little Bill Daggett: I was tasting the soup two hours after I ate it.
English Bob: Well, actually, what I heard was that you fell off your horse, drunk of course, and that you broke your bloody neck.
Little Bill Daggett: I heard that one myself, Bob. Hell, I even thought I was dead 'til I found out it was just that I was in Nebraska.

Little Bill Daggett: You just shot an unarmed man!
Bill Munny: He should have armed himself if he's gonna decorate his saloon with my friend.

Bill Munny: Hell of a thing, killin' a man. Take away all he's got and all he's ever gonna have.
The Schofield Kid: Yeah, well, I guess he had it comin'.
Bill Munny: We all got it comin', kid.

The Schofield Kid: I ain't never killed no one before that, Will.
Bill Munny: Well you sure killed the hell outta that guy.

The Schofield Kid: That was the first one... first one I ever killed. You know how I said I shot five men? It weren't true. That Mexican that come at me with a knife, I just busted his leg with a shovel. I didn't kill him or nothing, neither.

The Schofield Kid: [referring to his gun] You go on, keep it. I'm never gonna use it again. I won't kill nobody no more. I ain't like you, Will...
[indicating the money]
The Schofield Kid: Go on, keep it. All of it. It's yours.
Bill Munny: What about your spectacles and fancy clothes?
The Schofield Kid: I guess I'd rather be blind and ragged than dead.
Bill Munny: You don't have to worry, Kid. I ain't gonna kill you. You're the only friend I got. Here, take this money and give my half and Ned's half to my kids. Tell 'em if I ain't back in a week, they give half to Sally Two Trees. You keep the rest. You can get them spectacles now.