- Father Esparza: Is it over?
- Nat Love: This is a wanted man. Turn his body in and you will get $5,000 for your church
- Father Esparza: Why aren't you taking him yourself?
- Nat Love: I'm worth 10
- [You hear say, you don't see say, so I say... . f#ck Cherokee Bill]
- Trudy Smith: How long you been alive in this country? A rock and a hard place is what we call Monday.
- Bass Reeves: [to JIM, practicing his lightening with the blam-blam] All then tricks'll get you killed, son.
- Jim Beckwourth: Listen, Marshall I'm faster than any weapon. You can trust in that.
- Cuffee: I've seen faster.
- Jim Beckwourth: All right. Where?
- Cuffee: In the mirror.
- Bill Pickett: Negro said, "in the mirror."
- Jim Beckwourth: [LAUGHING] I'm so... I'm sorry.
- Cuffee: I rather ride into a gun battle on a dark horse over a golden stallion.
- Jim Beckwourth: [CONFUSED] Fuck that mean?
- Cuffee: Shiny shit get shot.
- Jim Beckwourth: Hey, that the quick draw I hear tell about, Cherokee Bill? I hear you so fast that your opponents ain't got time to draw before you put two in they back.
- Cherokee Bill: No, that ain't me. I'm the Cherokee Bill that shoots men in the mouth that talk too much.
- Jim Beckwourth: I'll make it easy for you, then. You draw first.
- Cherokee Bill: That what you think this is? "Who's the quickest draw on the West?" type thing?
- Jim Beckwourth: All comes down to who fast and who ain't, right?
- Cherokee Bill: No, it all comes down to who's alive and who's dead.
- [TO TRUDY]
- Cherokee Bill: Trudy, I'm gonna get me something to drink.
- [TO JIM]
- Cherokee Bill: Good night.
- Jim Beckwourth: [FLUSTRATED] Hey, hey, drink, my ass, man. I practiced that standoff all night.
- Bass Reeves: Jim.
- Jim Beckwourth: And you're not just about to walk away from me like -- not disrespect me. That chicken ...
- Bass Reeves: It ain't the time.
- Jim Beckwourth: [HANDS UP, CONCEDING] Okay, okay.
- Jim Beckwourth: Whoo! Hoo! Close shave! Close fucking shave! I thought I was falling for a fella for a little bit. That's why I didn't say anything. Well, I ain't the only one. I can't... I can't... It wasn't just me. It wasn't just me.
- Bill Pickett: It was just you, Jim.
- [Class throat]