Outlaws

"[Referring to Anna about his daughter, Sarah.] She got a voice on her. Almost as pretty as yours, Anna."

"My father didn't live long enough to find out what he could have been."

"[After seeing the Screaming 'Henry' George Bowers die.] Too bad. I was hopin' we could talk."

"Why, you ain't heard a word I've said."

"Oh, James...I'm cold. Hold me."

"Gentlemen, I have seen the future. Where now there are struggling farms, I see a gleaming city risin'. A city that has MY name on it. Gentlemen, we got ourselves a job to do. There are some 'as has a problem sharing my vision. They fail to see that selling their land to me is going to make this county the richest in the state. Well, their time has finally come. YOU will enlighten them. Go out there and don't come back until I can look at this map and see that every inch of it...is mine!"

"You afraid of dyin', kid?"

"Please, come in and do take a seat."

"You stubborn son of a bitch! You'll pay for this! Don't think you won't!"

"Well, well. The valiant Marshal is still holding out."

"Now, what is it the bard wrote? 'Cowards die many times before their deaths...but the valiant taste of death...but once.'"

"Aw, don't cry woman. Remember, to weep is to make less the depth of grief!"

"Hey, why don't we just sit down and talk about this reasonably? Homicidal maniac to crazed, vengeance-seeking ex-lawman?"

"Talk now, Anderson, or hold thy peace forever!"

"They call me doctor, and I love my job! Looking after the sick and wounded, that's what I do, so come on down and be my patient."

"Well, well, now what is it my papa used to say? Oh yes, yes, he used to say: "Son, life is wasted on the living.""

"Why don't you just go shopping Marshal, you're good at that. Oops, did I say something inappropriate?"

"My hat! Damnit!"

"And I took you to be a gentleman! How could you deceive a poor woman so!"

"After I kill you, I'm gonna smoke your cigars!"

"Oh Marshal! Ex-Marshal! Is that really a gun in your hand, or is it just wishful thinkin'?"

"When you're gone, we shall weep! Especially that little girl of yours! What's her name? I can't wait to get my hands on her...her throat!"

"Aw meester, I've seen better shooting at a county fair!"

"Hahaha! You got a death wish? Or you really this stupid?!"

"Here chicky chicky! *clucking*"

"Hot tamale, meester! Try this one for size!"

"'Ees too bad you have manure for brains!"

"Heh, heh, heh, good shooting meester, but you're already too late. Oops, you meessed the train! Sorry..."

"Marshal James Anderson. Once a lawman, always a lawman. Boys...did I tell you how much I hate lawmen?"

"You disappoint me, Anderson!"

"Look, I'm feeling generous today. I'm just gonna shoot out your brains! Which shouldn't make much of a difference to you!"

"Hey Marshal! I got a present for you! A stick of dynamite!"

"Oh, and by the way, Marshal! It's *Sir* Richard Clifton to you!"

"I hear you like cigars! Here, have one of mine!"

"Hey, Anderson! You need some lessons in how to be a gentleman! Like me!"

"Hey, mister lawman! (taunting)"

"You're outnumbered!"

"Had enough yet?"

"There he is, get him!"

"Don't be a fool, marshal!"

"I hope you plant better than you shoot!"

"Damn you, and the horse you ride in on!"

"Where are you marshal?"

"Time to fit you for a coffin!"

"Hope you have a coffin picked out!"

"He's over there!"

"Time to meet your maker!"