- Cort: [after killing all of Herod's henchmen] Sorry, John. Changed the rules. From now on, all the fights are fair.
- Ellen: [female gunslinger walks up behind a preoccupied bartender] How about a room?
- Horace: Whores next door.
- Ellen: [carefully sets her cigar down] Say that again.
- Horace: I said whores next door.
- Ellen: [kicks the stool out from under him, catches his liquor bottle as he falls, & pours herself a drink] Now, do you have a room available?
- Horace: Uh, room and bath, yes, ma'am, coming up!
- Kid: I'm so damned fast I can wake up at the crack of dawn, rob two banks, a train and a stage coach, shoot the tail feathers off a duck's ass at 300 feet, and still be back in bed before you wake up next to me.
- John Herod: Mr. Hanlon, I wanted to ask you about Indian Wells. Did that fight really take place?
- Ace Hanlon: It sure did.
- John Herod: And it's true that you gunned down four men?
- Ace Hanlon: Two with my left hand. Two with my right hand. You see, the truth is that I am just as good with either.
- John Herod: You must be the fastest gun in the west... That, or the biggest liar.
- Ace Hanlon: It's a pity you weren't there to find out.
- John Herod: [laughter] Oh, but I was, Ace. You see, I was the one that really killed the Terrence brothers, and I doubt if a lying little chickenshit like you was even in the same state.
- Ace Hanlon: You wanna play poker with me, little lady?
- Ellen: Looks like you're having a pretty good time playing with yourself.
- John Herod: I was married to a beautiful woman. She was unfaithful.
- Ellen: Where is she now?
- John Herod: I told you, she was unfaithful.
- Kid: The Smith and Wesson Schofield .45. Just meat and potatoes. Me and Jesse James think it's the best handgun in the world. Had the trigger guard removed, it saves drawin' time. Don't ever wear it when you're drunk, or you'll kill your feet.
- John Herod: Like I always say - put a fox in the henhouse and you'll have chicken for dinner every time.
- John Herod: All I hear from you, you spineless cowards, is how poor you are; how you can't afford my taxes. Yet somehow, you managed to find the money to hire a gunfighter to kill me. If ya got so much money, I'm just gonna have to take some more. Because clearly some of you haven't got the message! This is my town! I run everything! If you live to see the dawn, it's because I allow it! I decide who lives and who dies!
- John Herod: I could give you more money than you could ever spend.
- Ellen: I wouldn't feel like I'd earned it.
- John Herod: [Knowingly] Oh yes, you would.
- John Herod: Like I always say - put a fox in the henhouse and you'll have chicken for dinner every time.
- Cantrell: Why did you call me up here?
- John Herod: Well, I wanted to ask you one simple question. Who brought you here to fight me?
- Cantrell: [laughing] Mr. Herod. I'm just a gentleman adventurer, moseying into town for the challenge of a gunfight.
- John Herod: I thought Ace Hanlon was the hired gun. I was so sure of it. But he was just a buffoon. You're not.
- Cantrell: My name's Clay Cantrell, and I'm a shootist. I've killed 17 men. Killing is purely a business proposition for me. Doesn't give me any pleasure. My employer's confidential. Now... do we have business together today?
- John Herod: As soon as the rain stops, I'm gonna make an example of you.
- Ace Hanlon: [Holding a card deck] This is a very special pack. See, I put an ace in every time I kill a man.
- [Shows it and its all aces]
- Ellen: [after Herod accepts the Kid's challenge] You would fight your own son? I'm gonna kill you if I have to ride all the way to Hell to do it.
- John Herod: Do you have some particular problem with me?
- Ellen: I'll let you know.
- Townsman: We're gonna have to bury this old man deep. He stinks something awful.
- Kid: And this, this is the best help a man could get. The Smith and Wesson Schofield .45. Just meat and potatoes. Me and Jesse James think it's the best handgun in the world. Had the trigger guard removed, it saves drawin' time. Don't ever wear it when you're drunk, or you'll kill your feet.
- John Herod: The rules say you have to accept every challenge. You got a problem with that, scuttle your butt out of town.
- John Herod: I'm confused. All I hear from you, you spineless cowards, is how poor you are; how you can't afford my taxes, my protection. Yet somehow, you managed to find the money to hire a professional gunfighter to kill me. Where's all this money coming from? What am I to think... If ya got so much to spare, I'm just gonna have to take some more off you. Because clearly you haven't got the message! This is my town! If you live to see the dawn, it's because I allow it! I'm in charge of everything! I decide who lives or who dies! Your gunfighter's dead. Old news.
- John Herod: So, why'd you come here tonight?
- Ellen: You invited me.
- John Herod: You could have turned me down.
- Ellen: I wanted to see what kind of man you are.
- John Herod: What kind of man am I?
- John Herod: The kind people hate.
- Ellen: I'm not trying to be popular. The people in this town, they, uh... they need me. I bring a sense of, uh... order to their lives. Not law, order.
- Ellen: Like hanging a preacher in the saloon?
- John Herod: He's no preacher. He's a fraud. If a man is a killer, then that's what he is. There's no dishonor. But don't let that same man suddenly tell me that's not in his blood anymore. That's worse than a liar.