- Cheyenne: By the way, you know anything about a man going around playing the harmonica? He's somebody you'd remember. Instead of talking, he plays. And when he better play, he talks.
- Frank: Morton once told me I could never be like him. Now I understand why. Wouldn't have bothered him, knowing you were around somewhere alive.
- Harmonica: So, you found out you're not a businessman after all.
- Frank: Just a man.
- Harmonica: An ancient race. Other Mortons'll be along, and they'll kill it off.
- Frank: The future don't matter to us. Nothing matters now - not the land, not the money, not the woman. I came here to see you, 'cause I know that now you'll tell me what you're after.
- Harmonica: Only at the point of dyin'.
- Cheyenne: You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was - for an hour or for a month - he must have been a happy man.
- Cheyenne: Ma'am, it seems to me you ain't caught the idea.
- Jill: Of course I have. I'm here alone in the hands of a bandit who smelled money. If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself, and even call in your men. Well, no woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory!
- Cheyenne: [sighs] You make good coffee, at least?
- Harmonica: I saw three of these dusters a short time ago. They were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters, there were three men.
- Cheyenne: So?
- Harmonica: Inside the men, there were three bullets.
- Cheyenne: That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two reasons: One, nobody around these parts got the guts to wear those dusters except Cheyenne's men. Two, Cheyenne's men don't get killed. That surprise you?
- Harmonica: Yeah. Well, you know music, and you can count - all the way up to two.
- [Cheyenne spins the magazine of his revolver]
- Cheyenne: All the way up to six if I have to...
- Cheyenne: [gesturing to Harmonica's wound] ... and maybe faster than you.
- Harmonica: [to Frank, spotting a gunman above a painted clock] Time sure flies. It's already past twelve.
- Cheyenne: [to Jill] You know what? If I was you, I'd go down there and give those boys a drink. Can't imagine how happy it makes a man to see a woman like you, just to look at her. And if one of them should, uh, pat your behind, just make believe it's nothing. They earned it.
- [last lines]
- Cheyenne: Hey, Harmonica, when they do you in, pray it's somebody who knows *where* to shoot. Go away. Go away. Go away, I don't want you to see me die.
- [Frank and his gang are standing in front of Timmy McBain, after killing the other family members]
- Frank's lieutenant: What are we going to do with this one, Frank?
- Frank: Now that you've called me by name?
- Cheyenne: They wanna hang me, the big black crows. Idiots. What the hell? I'll kill anything, but never a kid. Be like killin' a priest. Catholic priest, that is.
- Cheyenne: You don't understand, Jill. People like that have something inside... something to do with death.
- Cheyenne's Lieutenant: Cheyenne. We thought we'd never make it.
- Cheyenne: It's all right. You're right on time... to bury my escort.
- Cheyenne: Hey, what in the hell are you standing around for?
- Cheyenne's Lieutenant: Well, gee, what are we supposed to do?
- Cheyenne: What are you supposed to do? Build a station! Idiots!
- [tosses them pickaxes and other tools]
- Cheyenne: I figure it ain't gonna look like much, but it'll be the first thing she sees, when she gets back.
- Harmonica: [looks up] If she gets back.
- Jill: [carrying around Brett's photograph] You wake up one morning and say "World, I know you. From now on there are no more surprises," and then you happen to meet a man like this, who looked like a good man - clear eyes, strong hands - and he wants to marry you, which doesn't happen often, and he says he's rich, too, which doesn't hurt.
- Cheyenne: [pointing his gun at Morton] Hey, you. Wait a minute. Let's have a good look at you. Hey. Mr. Choo-Choo. It's easy to find you. Bastard! I don't have to kill you now. You leave a slime behind you like a snail. Two beautiful shiny rails.
- Morton: You'll never succeed in becoming like me.
- Frank: Why?
- Morton: Because there are many things you'll never understand.
- [Frank draws on Morton as he pulls out money from a drawer]
- Morton: This is one of 'em. You see, Frank, there are many kinds of weapons, and the only one that can stop that is this.
- [Morton's train stops as Frank's men ride up to it]
- Morton: Now, shall we get back to our little problem?
- Frank: My weapons might look simple to you, Mr. Morton, but they can still shoot holes big enough for our little problems.
- Frank's lieutenant: [seeing Morton deal out 500 dollars each to four of Frank's men as if they were playing cards] How do you, uh... how do you play this game, Mr. Morton?
- Morton: It's very simple. As long as you use your head, you never lose.
- [first lines]
- Cattle Corner Station Agent: Hey. Hey-hey-hey-hey, if you want any tickets, you'll have to go around, eh, to, eh, the front of, eh, eh... oooh, well, I s'pose it'll be all right. The hell am *I* doin' around here if they walk in and can do as they damn please?
- Frank: You've made a big mistake, Morton. When you're not on that train, you look like a turtle out of its shell. It's funny. Poor cripple talkin' big so nobody'll know how scared ya are.
- Cheyenne: What the hell is this?
- Harmonica: [off screen] Can't you see?
- [emerges from behind a pile of wood]
- Harmonica: It's a station. And all around it a town. Brett McBain's town.
- Cheyenne: [starts to laugh] Was HE crazy, heh!
- Harmonica: Yeah in a very special way. An Irishman.
- [starts measuring out a square and hammers wood spikes into the ground]
- Harmonica: He knew sooner or later that railroad coming through Flagstone would continue on west, so he looked over all this county out here until he found this hunk of desert. Nobody wanted it, but he bought it.
- [continues with work]
- Harmonica: Then he tightened his belt, and for years he waited.
- Cheyenne: Waited for what?
- Harmonica: For the railroad to reach this point.
- Cheyenne: Ah, but how in the hell could he be sure the railroad would pass through his property?
- Harmonica: Them steam engines can't roll without water, and the only water for fifty miles west of Flagstone is right here, under this land.
- Cheyenne: Ah-ha! He was no fool, our dead friend, huh?
- [chuckles]
- Cheyenne: He was going to sell this piece of desert for his weight in gold, wasn't he?
- Harmonica: [looks at Cheyenne] You don't sell the dream of a lifetime. Brett McBain wanted his station. He got the rights to build it.
- Cheyenne: How do you know all this?
- Harmonica: I saw a document. It was all in order - seals, signatures, everything. One thing though, in very small print, there is a short clause which says that McBain or his heirs lose all rights if, by the time the railroad reaches this point, the station ain't built yet.