- Jack LeMans: I'm stealing a stagecoach from a bunch of savages with a wanted criminal, moonlighting as a bounty killer, who has the hots for a murderous, deranged Gypsy.
- Drifter: Dreams do come true, kid.
- Jack LeMans: I never stopped believing. YA!
- Mary Death: No, Greg, you are really not understanding me. In the amount of time we've been talking, most women would have already decided whether they wanna fuck or be your friend. I'm not most women, Greg. I just decide whether I wanna fuck... or kill you.
- Drifter: [first lines]
- Drifter: It's been a while. You look good.
- Mary Death: How'd you track these guys any way?
- Drifter: I have my ways.
- Mary Death: You gonna tell me who your snitch is?
- Drifter: Nice try. Look I only want Trevor. You can have the rest.
- Mary Death: Where's your gun caddy?
- Drifter: Killed by gypsies in the waste lands.
- Mary Death: Gypsies...
- Drifter: You *do* look good.
- Mary Death: You look like shit, old man.
- Catherine: Don't you see? The apocalypse was the greatest business opportunity that's ever come our way. It was the ultimate bankruptcy, a clean slate. And now with no government to stand in our way there's no unions, no minimum wage and no taxes. It's pure capitalism. We won't just corner the free market, Francis - we'll own it.
- Drifter: That's not capitalism, Catherine. That's the whacked out ramblings of a woman who's lost her bloody mind.