Russell CroweQuotes

Jackson Healy: So I did something about it. I acted. I didn't plan to, I didn't, you know. I just did it. I took that guy out. I didn't even get paid for it. So I ended up with a bullet in the bicep and 500 bucks of hospital bills. It was stupid, really. When I think about it, it was the best day of my life.

Jackson Healy: Marriage is buying a house for someone you hate.

Monica: I used to do that all the time, you know? I used to ask people stuff like if they were happy or stuff like that. I don't do it any more because it's stupid and none of my business.

Steve: [nods in agreement] .

Monica: Are you happy?

Monica: 20th century man, doubt.

Steve: What are you talking about now?

Monica: You me, everybody ... this is why we aren't sure of anything. this is why we feel cut off, drifting. this is why we can't make a commitment .... nothing means anything to us. You see what I mean?

Steve: You are saying you don't want to get married?

Monica: No, I am saying what I am saying.

Monica: You think you have free will. You make decisions, you make things happen. According to Marx, this is just behavior, superficial behavior. Underneath this behavior, there are patterns determining our destiny. And, here's the killer ... we have no control over them. No matter what we do, it makes no difference to the path of history.

Steve: Want to try and take a house in the beach this summer?

Monica: Can we afford it?

Steve: ... It changes everything.

Monica: It's supposed to change everything, Steve.

Steve: Love, right? ... But suppose it doesn't last? I got to hang on to what I have besides this ...

Steve: I used to wake up ... I'd fall asleep and then I'd be wide awake and I just had to get out of here.

Monica: Why?

Steve: Not coz it was bad, ok? Coz being here with you, everything else was far away, just gone ... me and my life and everything I do and what I am. I was losing that here. I'd wake up and think "it's gone, I'm gone." I got to get back and see if it's still there. Coz here ... I don't know who I am here.

Steve: I'm going crazy…

Monica: See, that's different! I thought it was your everyday garden-variety existential crisis. But crazy is different.

Monica: You really make me sick.

Steve: Oh, thank you very much!

Monica: If I eat, I wanna throw up. If I don't, I get a headache. If I sleep, I have nightmares. If I don't sleep, I get depressed. I can't move. I am stuck on a chair, just going over every word, and it just makes me even sicker.

Monica: This is your idea of a conversation?

Monica: We are supposed to be talking!

Steve: [screaming] We are talking!

Monica: No, we are not talking.

Steve: Ok, we'll talk, talk! … talk! talk!

Monica: Aaaah!

Steve: Maybe dull is the answer. Maybe dull will last.

Steve: Who says we want what we think we want? We want what we think we are supposed to want? Like what the books tell us to want. And the movies. That's what I wanted. Happy. Happy, happy, happy. Shit like that, ok? We didn't get that. That's the end of that. Ok? It's not ... the end of us. It's the end of a dream, that's all. You wake up in the morning, the dream's over, so what? We're still here ...

Gabe: What's the matter with you?

Hando: You! You dumb slut!

Hando: [''Knock at bedroom door''] What?

Davey: Hando, ah, Magoo.

Hando: [door flies open, and Magoo walks in] Magoo!

Magoo: [''Clasps hands with Hando''] Way to go!

Hando: Fuckin Magoo! What are you doing here?

Magoo: [''Pulls Flea who's wearing a navy uniform into the room''] Didn't have time to tell you we were coming, mate. Didn't know we were coming actually, just keep on driving forgot to fuckin stop! Check this out.

Flea: Joined up a couple months ago.

Hando: What for?

Flea: Needed a job, didn't I? Put you through school. At least you get to keep the hair short, bud.

Hando: You look like a fuckin hippie with hair that long.

Sonny Jim: [''Enters the room and after wrestling with Flea and McGoo''] I thought you wanted to shoot guns, mate.

Flea: I gonna get in a fuckin sub, fire torpedos.

Sonny Jim: [[w:M1911 pistol|a 45 automatic; [w:Singapore|Singapore] I vote we get ] and blow the head gook back to ].

Hando: [[w:Saigon|Saigon] ], stupid.

Sonny Jim: I fired a 45 at a range once. It was fine.

Bubs: You never fired a 45, don't shit me Sonny.

Sonny Jim: What would you know, baby bubs? An anti-static gun is big news for you.

Hando: We can get any sort of gun we want from Billy the Reverend. All we need is the cash, and we needed up front.

Megan: If you lot are going to shoot people...

Tracy: ...we're going.

Hando: Then go. We don't want any fuckin passengers from here on in. So fuck off.

Tracy: Sonny do you want to come with us?

Sonny Jim: No. I want to kill gooks, gooks, gooks.

Tracy: We could go fruit pickin'.

Sonny Jim: I hate the fuckin country, don't I.

Megan: All right then... you'll all end up fucked!

Hando: [''Jumps up, and Megan and Tracy run off''] You'll end up fucked if you don't piss off.

Champ: [''While Hando has Nguyen in a headlock on the ground''] We hate you gook, we'll never let you go.

Hando: This is our place gook boy, our place. What are you going here? Hey? The only thing for you here is pain.

Champ: [''Kisses Nguyen on the cheek and then punches him''] We don't love you.

Flea: Nice p- party mate. I got to get the first bus back to base

Hando: You enjoy being cannon fodder for the system?

Flea: [''Shrugs''] ... It's a job. See you Hando

Hando: What'd you run into me for?

Tiger: I didn't mean it, mate, that guy pushed me.

Hando: [''Grabs Tiger by the shoulder''] What'd you run into me for? What are you doing here? *What* are you doing here?

Hando: [''Proceeds to beat him up''] I'm gonna tell you something. I want you to listen to me now, okay? This... is... not... your... country.

Gabe: [''Referring to [[w:Nazi paraphernalia|the Nazi paraphernalia] ] that adores Hando's room] Why do you have all this stuff?

Hando: [''Map on the wall has areas coloured in red''; ''Picks up a book''; [w:Mein Kampf|Mein Kampf] Because I don't want to be a white cooly in my own country. Cause it's not our country anymore. Cause rich people, and powerful people brought in boat loads of human trash. Cheap labour, gooks mainly, and there's gonna be more. I want people to know I'm proud of my white history and white blood. One day it might be all I have. I don't want to go the same way as the fuckin Abo. See that map? That's all the gook properties on Barkley Street. A few years ago it was a white area. ]. Do you know it?

Gabe: It's about war isn't it?

Hando: [[w:Adolf Hitler|Adolf Hitler] This book was written by ]. It turned into a joke by other people who don't want to know Hitler's view of the world. It's simply about, the ongoing struggle of the white race and the enemies it faces. You don't know who the enemy is, you can't win the war. Listen. "All the noble cultures of the past declined, because the purity and vigour of the originally created race faded out. They were compromised by the seed of lesser races that were attracted to the works of the superior men. The undeniable reason for their decline was then due to a kind of racial blood poisoning. Racial blood must be perserved in its purity at all costs.

Hando: [''From behind Martin''; ''Martin spins around startled''] Haaa! Nice place you got here.

Martin: Who the hell are you?

Sonny Jim: We came to wreck everything, and ruin your life. God sent us.

Hando: [''As a small army of Vietnamese are trying to break down the front door to the skinhead's headquarters''; ''Turns around to see the rest of the skinheads are not up for the fight''] Come on. Come on, you filthy fuckin slope head scum! What the fuck are you afraid of? This is our place. No more running. We stop them here! You look like a bunch of scared fuckin rabbits!

Clyde: Sheila?

SID 6.7: No. I'm Oedipus.

Lindenmeyer: Oh my God.

SID 6.7: Which God would that be? The one who created you? Or the one who created me? You see, in your world, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh, but in my world, the one who gave me life doesn't have any balls. You are frightfully inadequate of a diety, Daryl. I will not be shut down.

SID 6.7: *SID reciting the catch phrase of Matthew Grimes, one of the killers his composite mind is based on, who used to use the same line to taunt Parker.

SID 6.7: Hey Parker, this one's for you!

SID 6.7: They love you so much, they want you dead... Ed.

SID 6.7: Ahhh... I'm losing too much of myself.

SID 6.7: Uh-uh-uh. I thought of that one. Better try again... Faster.

SID 6.7: Hey, buddy! How's the wife and kid? Still dead, huh?

SID 6.7: Just because I'm carrying around the joy of killing your family inside me doesn't mean we can't be friends.

SID 6.7: I'm a 50 terabyte, self-evolving, neural network, double backflip off the high platform. I'm not a swan dive.

Ed Hoffman: So, what's changed is that our allegedly unsophisticated enemy has caught on to the factually unsophisticated truth...we're an easy target. We are an easy target and our world as we know it is a lot simpler to put to an end than you might think.

Ed Hoffman: Our enemy has realized that they are fighting guys from the future. Now, ahem, it is as brilliant as it is infuriating. If you live like it's the past, and you behave like it's the past then guys from the future find it very hard to see you. If you throw away your cell phone, shut down your e-mail pass all your instructions face-to-face, hand-to-hand turn your back on technology and just disappear into the crowd No flags. No uniforms. You got your basic grunts on the ground there. They're looking going, "Who is it we're fighting?" In a situation like this, your friends dress just like your enemies and your enemies dress like your friends. What I need you to fully understand is that these people, they do not wanna negotiate. Not at all. They want the universal caliphate established across the face of the Earth and they want every infidel converted or dead.

Ed Hoffman: Despite the fact we have markedly increased our operational intensity, we're not seeing any progress. What we're dealing with here is potentially a global conflagration that requires constant diligence in order to suppress.

Ed Hoffman: Do we belong there or do we not? It doesn't matter how you would answer that because we are there. We're tired, and we can't see the end. We can't even console ourselves that our enemy is just as tired as we are. Because they're not. It is a fallacy that prolonged war will weaken an occupied enemy. It most likely will make your enemy stronger. They get used to the deprivation, and they adapt and respond accordingly. While here at home with every death reported we have to deal with a public-opinion trajectory that slides rapidly from supportive to negative to downright hostile. People just get sick and tired of a moment's silence at a ball game. They just wanna be told that it's over.

Ed Hoffman: Now who pays the bills around here? I would hate to have to have my president call your king, because it's just gonna be embarrassing for all of us.

Douglas Kelley: [short pause, he stands up] How is that possible? How is it possible?

Hermann Göring: [short pause; [Heinrich Himmler|Himmler] ].

Douglas Kelley: Himmer wasn't second in command. You were. 1200 camps? What am I supposed to believe that you didn't know?

Hermann Göring: Anyone can fake an atrocity.

Douglas Kelley: So you're saying the filming was a fake, that's your defence?

Hermann Göring: What would you have me say?

Douglas Kelley: About the truth for once!

Hermann Göring: Why? So you can run and tell Jackson. My friend, your hypocrisy is stunning.

Douglas Kelley: My hypocrisy?

Hermann Göring: [[Atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki|150,000 Japanese at the touch of a button] You think American bullets and bombs don't kill people?! You vaporised ]. And you presume to stand in judgment on me for war crimes.

Douglas Kelley: We had every right to defend ourselves.

Hermann Göring: How do you defend yourself on someone else's soil?!

Douglas Kelley: There's a difference between us bombing war factories and civilians dying as collateral damage! And you building 1200 human slaughter houses designed to exterminate an entire race! And you know it!!

Hermann Göring: What do you think war is?!

Douglas Kelley: [pause] Not what I saw today.

Hermann Göring: [[Russian; [Genghis Khan; [Alexander the Great] What do you think the ]'s do to German prisoners of war?! You have your freedom and I am a prisoner because you won and we lost, not because you are morally superior! This trial will be a farce in 15 years. Great conquerors are not thought of as murderers, ], ]...

Douglas Kelley: You're not Alexander the Great! You are a fat man in a cell. And you knew.

Hermann Göring: I have made a mistake. You are not destined for more. You will have an unhappy life, I think. It will all be overshadowed by this. By the time spent with me. You will write your volumes trying to relive it. The one moment in your life when you actually stood with greatness.

Douglas Kelley: [short pause] You think you're a great man? You think that that's your legacy?

Hermann Göring: At least I will have one. You will leave no mark on this world. I am the book! You are merely a footnote.

Douglas Kelley: [Kelley knocks on the cell door to be let out, door opens. Kelley leaves] They're gonna kill you! They're gonna hang you by the neck till you piss yourself and die. Your wife will be a widow. Your daughter will be an orphan. And you will have done that to yourself.

Hermann Göring: [After being defeated at the trial] Years from now, I wonder what you will say about us. Will you even acknowledge we were human?

Hermann Göring: No man has ever beaten me.

Hermann Göring: [[Hitler] The first time I saw ] talk, it was uh... 1922, upstairs of a coffee shop, for maybe 30 people. This was peacetime, but it was a peace without food, jobs, shoes. And he stood up and he said "French bellies are being filled with German pain." And then, "If you make threats, you need bayonets. Rearm! Down this Versailles!" So that night, I became a National Socialist.

Hermann Göring: Just because a man is your ally does not mean he is on your side.

Lowell Bergman: I fought for you and I still fight for you!

Jeffrey Wigand: You fought for me? You manipulated me! Into where I am now - staring at the Brown & Williamson building, it's all dark except for the tenth floor. That's the legal department, that's where they fuck with my life!

Lowell Bergman: [Pause; Pause] Jeffrey, where are you going with this? Where are you going? You are important to a lot of people, Jeffrey. You think about that, and you think about them. I'm all out of heroes, man. Guys like you are in short supply.

Jeffrey Wigand: Yeah, guys like you, too.

Jeffrey Wigand: I'm just a commodity to you, aren't I? I could be anything. Right? Anything worth putting on between commercials.

Lowell Bergman: To a network, probably, we're all commodities. To me? You are not a commodity. What you are is important.

Jeffrey Wigand: I have to put my family's welfare on the line here, my friend! And what are you putting up? You're putting up words!

Lowell Bergman: Words? While you've been dicking around at some fucking company golf tournaments, I've been out in the world, giving my word and backing it up with action.

Javert: Valjean, at last. We see each other plain. "Monsieur le Mayor". You'll wear a different chain.

Jean Valjean: Before you say another word, Javert, before you chain me up like a slave again, listen to me! There is something I must do. This woman leaves behind a suffering child. There is none but me who can intercede. In mercy's name, three days are all I need. Then I'll return, I pledge my word. Then I'll return.

Javert: You must think me mad! I've hunted you across the years. Men like you can never change. A man such as you!

Javert: Monsieur le Mayor, I have a crime to declare. I have disgraced the uniform that I wear. I've done you wrong- let no forgiveness be shown. I've been as hard on every rogue I have known. I mistook you for a convict; I have made a false report. Now I learned they caught the culprit, he's about to face the court. Of course, he now denies it; you'd expect that of a con. But he could not run forever- no, not even Jean Valjean.

Jean Valjean: You say he denies it all and gives no understanding or repentance? You say this man is going to trial and he's sure to be returned to serve his sentence?

Javert: [offering his sword] He will pay, and so must I. Press charges against me, sir.

Jean Valjean: You have only done your duty; it's a minor sin at most. All of us have made misjudgements- you'll return, sir, to your post.

Javert: Now, Prisoner 24601, your time is up and your parole's begun. You know what that means?

Jean Valjean: Yes, it means I'm free.

Javert: [hands him a yellow paper; [badge of shame] No. Follow to the letter your itinerary, this ] you'll show until you die. It warns you're a dangerous man.

Jean Valjean: I stole a loaf of bread. My sister's child was close to death, and we were starving...

Javert: You will starve again unless you learn the meaning of the law!

Jean Valjean: I know the meaning of those nineteen years; a slave of the law.

Javert: Five years for what you did. The rest because you tried to run. Yes, 24601...

Jean Valjean: My name is Jean Valjean!

Javert: And I'm Javert! Do not forget my name. Do not forget me, 24601.

Ila: I have to know. Why did you spare them?

Noah: I looked down at those two little girls and all I had in my heart was love.

Ila: Then why are you alone, Noah? Why are you separated to your family?

Noah: Because I failed him, and I failed all of you.

Ila: Did you? He chose you for a reason, Noah. He showed you the wickedness of Man and knew you would not look away. And you saw goodness, too. The choice was put in your hands because he put it there. He asked you to decide if we were worth saving. And you chose mercy. You chose love. He has given us a second chance. Be a father, be a grandfather. Help us to do better this time. Help us start again.

Ila: This is the end of everything.

Noah: The beginning. The beginning of everything.

Tubal-cain: I have men at my back and you stand alone and defy me?

Noah: I am not alone.

Noah: Let me tell you a story. The first story my father told me, and the first story that I told each of you. In the beginning, there was nothing. Nothing but the silence of an infinite darkness. But the breath of the Creator fluttered against the face of the void, whispering "Let there be light." And light was, and it was good. The first day. And then the formless light began to take on substance and shape. A second day. And our world was born. Our beautiful, fragile home. And a great, warming light nurtured its days, and a lesser light ruled the nights. And there was evening, and morning - another day. And the waters of the world gathered together, and in their midst emerged dry land. Another day passed. And the ground put forth the growing things. A thick blanket of green stretching across all creation. And the waters, too, teemed with life. Great creatures of the deep that are no more. Vast multitudes of fish, some of which may still swim beneath these seas. And soon the sky was streaming with birds. And there was evening, and there was morning - a fifth day. Now the whole world was full of living beings. Everything that creeps, everything that crawls, and every beast that walks upon the ground, and it was good. It was all good. There was light and air and water and soil, all clean and unspoiled. There were plants and fish and fowl and beast, each after their own kind, all part of the greater whole, all in their place, and all was in balance. It was paradise, a jewel in The Creator's palm. Then The Creator made Man, and by his side, Woman. Father and mother of us all. He gave them a choice: follow the temptation of darkness, or hold on to the blessing of light. But they ate from the forbidden fruit. Their innocence was extinguished. And so for the ten generations since Adam, sin has walked within us. Brother against brother, nation against nation, Man against Creation. We murdered each other. We broke the world, we did this. Man did this. Everything that was beautiful, everything that was good, we shattered. Now, it begins again. Air, water, earth, plant, fish, bird and beast. Paradise returns. But this time there will be no men. If we were to enter the garden, we would only ruin it again. No, the Creator has judged us. Mankind must end. Shem and Ila, you will bury your mother and I. Ham, you will bury them. Japheth will lay you to rest. You, Japheth, you will be the last man. And in time you, too, will return to the dust. Creation will be left alone, safe and beautiful.

Noah: Fire consumes all. Water cleanses. It separates the foul from the pure. The wicked from the innocent. And that which sinks from that which rises. He destroys all, but only to start again.

Noah: A great flood is coming. The waters of the heavens will meet the waters of Earth. We build a vessel to survive the storm. We build an ark.

Colonel: General, this is Wheeler team leader Dr. John Nash.

General: Glad you could come, Doctor.

John Nash: Hello.

General: Right this way.

General: [[Moscow] We've been intercepting radio transmissions from ].

General: The computer can't detect a pattern, but I'm sure it's code.

John Nash: Why is that, General?

General: Ever just know something, Dr. Nash?

John Nash: Constantly.

John Nash: Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind, but an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart.

John Nash: [In his Nobel acceptance speech; Looking at Alicia] I've always believed in numbers and the equations and logics that lead to reason. But after a lifetime of such pursuits, I ask: What truly is logic? Who decides reason? My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional…and back. And I have made the most important discovery of my career, the most important discovery of my life: It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or reasons can be found. I'm only here tonight because of you. You're the only reason I am…you are all my reasons.

John Nash: There's no point in being nuts if you can't have a little fun.

John Nash: I find you very attractive. Your aggressive moves towards me indicates that you feel the same way. However, ritual requires that we engage in a number of platonic activities before we have sex. I am proceeding with those activities when, in point of actual fact, all I really want to do is have intercourse with you as soon as possible. You going to slap me now?

John Nash: Classes will dull your mind, destroy the potential for authentic creativity.

John Nash: Find a truly original idea. It is the only way I will ever distinguish myself. It is the only way I will ever…matter.

John Nash: There has to be a mathematical explanation for how bad your tie is.

John Herod: I said, are you still fast?!

Cort: Faster than you.

Cort: Last night, The Kid. Tonight, Herod. You're a busy woman. Any man in this town you're not interested in?

Ellen: Yeah: you.

The Kid:: That gun shoots straight. I wouldn't sell it if it didn't.

Cort: It's okay, Kid. I won't draw.

Ellen: Don't you even want to fight back?

Cort: Sure. I'd like to kill them all for what they've done. But I won't. Killing people is wrong.

Ellen: Some people deserve to die.

Ellen: In case you forgot preacher, I saved your life last night.

Cort: No, I think you just stretched it out a bit. I might've even gone to heaven if you'd let me die.

Ellen: Sorry.

Cort: Sorry, John. Changed the rules. From now on, all the fights are fair.

Cort: There's a click before the strike. Listen to the clock.

Max Skinner: This place does not suit my life.

Fanny Chenal: No Max, it's your life that does not suit this place.

Fanny Chenal: [Fanny approaches a customer who is behind a raised newspaper] Bonjour. Vous avez choisi?

Max Skinner: [lowers newspaper] I think so.

Fanny Chenal: [recognizing him] You sure you don't need more time?

Max Skinner: No, I know what I want.

Fanny Chenal: You're sure?

Max Skinner: Absolutely.

Fanny Chenal: So, what is it to be?

Max Skinner: How's the soup?

Fanny Chenal: The soup is finished.

Max Skinner: Like my job... The fish?

Fanny Chenal: We've run out.

Max Skinner: That's like me with excuses.

Fanny Chenal: Don't waste my time. Choose something we have.

Max Skinner: [they kiss] I would like a lifetime spent with an irrational and suspicious goddess, some short-tempered jealousy on the side, and a bottle of wine that tastes like you, a glass that's never empty.

Max Skinner: I shall have an Eclipse.I'm too impatient to be a wine lover.If I'm gonna get drunk, I don't want to spend all night doing it.

Max Skinner: What is it, Major Lawrence, that attracts you, personally, to the desert?... Its clean. I like it because its clean!

Max Skinner: Uh, yes. I'm the temporary custodian of the lime green roller skate, but its a hired car, a rental. It's not for sale.

Max Skinner: [To Fanny Chenal] Hello. Oh no, don't worry about me. I'm...I'm the pool man. I do this every Thursday, its just routine maintenance. Its been lovely chatting to you. And,and you are a spectacular vision... Any chance for a rope or a ladder?

Max Skinner: Such a lovely tie. Do tell your mother I admire her taste.

Max Skinner: Francis, I'm a banker. I have no imagination.

Max Skinner: I would like a lifetime spent with an irrational and suspicious goddess, some short-tempered jealousy on the side, and a bottle of wine that tastes like you, a glass that's never empty.

Max Skinner: Kenny, why don't you go and find some small animals to hurt? I know, find a poodle and punt it off the balcony.

Max Skinner: Morning lab rats.

Max Skinner: MacDonalds is in Avignon, fish and chips in Marseille. Allez.

Max Skinner: Kenny, I want the 10 year yield, I want the figures for the Andserson account and I want you to get your scrawny little backside out of my chair. Thank you.

Max Skinner: I'll give you a tip Bert. Never pat a burning dog.

Max Skinner: Real men don't play bridge.

Max Skinner: Fraid so - be in touch.

Max Skinner: The only thing right about your intelligence is that its all wrong. But you were always at the back of the Conga line.

Max Skinner: Admit it, Love, this is because I wouldn't shag you at the Christmas Party, isn't it?

Max Skinner: Oh Henry, Bloody Hell.

Max Skinner: Boss, why do you keep calling me ALF? Because, as you're an aggressive little f*ck. As your boss and genetic superior, I can call you anything I want.

Max Skinner: Pardon my lips. They find joy in the most unusual places.

William Evans: You ever been to Dodge?

Ben Wade: Yes, indeed. Meanest, most beautiful dirty city there ever was. Saloon was just overflowing with cattle drivers, and road agents, prospectors, gunslingers, gamblers, and women. Women who'll do things to you, you'll never forget.

Doc Potter: They'll give you a disease you'll never forget.

Ben Wade: Money in your pocket in Dodge City, you can have everything a man ever wished for. Everything a man comes to need. I got there on my own as a boy not much bigger than you.

Dan Evans: And how many men you killed since then, Wade? How many families you destroyed?

Ben Wade: Quite a few.

Doc Potter: Is it true that you dynamited a wagon full of prospectors in the Western Territories last spring?

Ben Wade: No, that's a lie. It was a train full.

Ben Wade: Byron's like a song with one note. You ever read another book in your life, Byron, besides the Bible?

Byron McElroy: No need.

Ben Wade: Byron acts pious. Few years ago, when he was under contract to Central, I seen him and a bunch of other Pinks mow down 32 Apache women and children.

Byron McElroy: Renegades... gunning down railroad men and their families. Picking em off the road one by one. Scalping em.

Ben Wade: There was young ones running around crying and screaming. No more than three years old. And his boys shot em all then pushed em into a ditch. Some of them was still crying. But I guess Byron figured that Jesus wouldn't mind. Apparently Jesus don't like the Apache.

Byron McElroy: Keep on talking... all the way to Yuma, right up them steps, to the rope, straight to Hell.

Ben Wade: Day I die, Byron, I'm getting sprung from Hell.

Ben Wade: I suppose it's too much to ask for a little quiet.

Tucker: [singing] The way I figured it is I'd be asleep in my own bed right now if it weren't for you. So if I got to be up, well, then, you're damn well gonna be up with me, too, Ben Wade. They're gonna hang me in the mornin', Before the night is done... Hang me in the mornin'... I'll never see the sun...

Byron McElroy: We're taking you to Contention. Putting you on the 3:10 to Yuma day after tomorrow.

Tucker: You shouldn't have told him that!

Ben Wade: Relax, friend. Now if we get separated, I know where to meet up.

Mark Evans: If my pa wants to, he could shoot you dead. He can shoot a jackrabbit at 50 yards!

Dan Evans: Shooting an animal's a lot different than, uh, shooting a man, son.

Ben Wade: No, it isn't. Not in my opinion. We could ask Byron here. Now, Byron, he's killed dozens of people: Men and women and children, miners, Apache.

Byron McElroy: Not a soul taken didn't deserve what it got.

Ben Wade: Every way of man is right in his own eyes, Byron. The Lord ponders the heart. Proverbs 21.

Grayson Butterfield: Twenty-two robberies. Over four hundred thousand dollars in losses. More in delays. The Southern Pacific will have Ben Wade convicted in a federal court. Hanged in public. An example made. And we will pay to make it happen.

Ben Wade: Y'all notice he didn't mention any of the lives I've taken.

Charlie Prince: Here's to the four we lost in battle. And here's to the boss, who... had to say good-bye to Tommy Darden today. And that's too bad.

Ben Wade: Proverbs 13:3. "He that keepeth his mouth, "keepeth his life. He that opens his lips too wide shall bring on his own destruction.

Charlie Prince: Amen.

Ben Wade: Tommy was weak. Tommy was stupid. Tommy is dead.

Byron McElroy: If you're gonna kill me, just as soon get to it.

Ben Wade: I ain't gonna kill you. Not like this.

Byron McElroy: Won't change a thing, lettin me live. I'll come for you.

Ben Wade: I'd be disappointed if you didn't.

Ben Wade: You ever read the Bible, Dan? I read it one time. I was eight years old. My daddy just got hisself killed over a shot of whiskey, and my mama said, "We're going back East to start over." So she gave me a Bible, sat me down in the train station, told me to read it. She was gonna get our tickets. Well, I did what she said. I read that Bible from cover to cover. It took me three days. She never came back.

Ben Wade: Now, you see, Dan... generally, pretty much everyone wants to live.

Ben Wade: You do one good deed for somebody... I imagine it's habit-forming. Something decent. See that grateful look in their eyes, imagine it makes you feel like Christ Hisself.