- Johnny Cobb: [to Whittier, who is reluctant to give him a gun] Search for a place where there are no bruises and tie it up with a ribbon, and tell yourself that what's inside is the sum total of your life, and what I didn't see was the day a man decides not to face the world is the day he better step out of it. Now give me that gun!
- Mrs. Sawyer: Dulcie, you've no patience with the menfolk.
- Dulcie: Well, they come in all sizes, Mrs. Sawyer, but I've yet to find one that's worth a woman's patience.
- Earl: [after Norman has inappropriately touched Meli, the waitress and caused her to run away] Well, times have changed, grandpa. Girl likes a little cooing first. You just can't grab her like that!
- Norman: My age, son, you gotta take short cuts! Minutes count!
- [the outlaws break into riotous laughter]
- Johnny Cobb: [Screaming to the townspeople after finding Arthur has been taken from the jail and lynched] How could you let it happen? You were all here. How could let it happen?
- Evelyn Pittman: It's obvious you and your men are hired killers down from the northern range wars.
- Bob Larkin: We work in the open. Eat and drink with the ranchers who hire us - as much respected as anyone in the country.
- Evelyn Pittman: Don't quibble any fine line with me, Mr. Larkin. You're as dishonest as any common road bandit.
- Bob Larkin: I'm not ashamed of the part I play. There's not a territorial border we cross where there's men waitin'... hopin' I can take them on... waitin' to call themselves Larkin men.
- Evelyn Pittman: You're admitting your only importance is collecting men who don't care whether they live or die... who only live for the moment.
- Bob Larkin: It's been a long road to make a name men will follow. You'll get no apology from me.
- Evelyn Pittman: It won't be long before you'll be running out of borders. You'll come full circle against the law that made you move on.
- Bob Larkin: You tie me up pretty good, Evelyn.
- Evelyn Pittman: Why fight against times changing? Why not join in changing them.
- Bob Larkin: Then I'll be like all the rest. Today I'm one of the few. I lead. That's important to me.
- Bob Larkin: [to Evelyn, defending his continued choice of the outlaw life] I can't gamble with bein' nobody. I been that! It doesn't work for me!
- Bob Larkin: Your so-called town sheriff and me are quite a bit alike.
- Evelyn Pittman: How do you see that?
- Bob Larkin: We're both ridin' a greased pig - nothin' to hold on!
- Aaron Cobb: If Mr. Broyles doesn't come, do we still have to make believe it's a church day?
- Johnny Cobb: You know, you fellas just might not make out too well on the day somebody says you either go up or you go down.
- Franklin Cobb: We like church better when you read us the prayer book on Sundays.
- [Johnny smiles]
- Aaron Cobb: You don't talk so long to finish.
- Bob Larkin: You don't take after your Grandfather much in the way of talkin'. Not that I much complain when a woman keeps her mouth shut.
- Evelyn Pittman: I find no complaint when a man does the same.
- Preacher Broyles: Thou may be a man or two here that thinks the book of judgment don't apply. That he can take pleasures in falsehoods, pleasures in exploiting his brothers' sorrows. Well, to him, comes damnation a thousand fold! To him comes the devil's branding irons, heated to his tortured flesh. Yea! There are some who will suffer the eternal desert, the eternal thirst of the unbeliever! Whither, goest thou? What trail? What road? What awaits ye? The fires of Hell! The burning pit. Ye say, not for you. From corruption given, corruption will be received. What mockery have ye traded for his word? What part of thy soul have ye traded for damnation!
- Earl: Shut up!
- Bob Larkin: I usually figure my women. You come harder.
- Evelyn Pittman: I'm not your women.
- Bob Larkin: Just wasn't makin' any sense to me? Somebody like you winding up in this - cemetery of a town?
- Whittier: I don't think anything's happening worth you getting hurt over. In the morning, they'll be gone. Everything creeping along the way it was before. Everybody protecting his own little world.
- Johnny Cobb: I don't understand what you mean Mr. Whittier?
- Whittier: In what regard, Johnny?
- Johnny Cobb: Well, you sound like nothing mattered - if I heard you right.
- Whittier: Just unimportants, Johnny. Nothing important.
- Whittier: A town that collects losers, will exist for their lifetime, no more.
- Johnny Cobb: Losers?
- Whittier: Losers. Yes, Johnny. Take Arthur, for a simpleton that he is, six years ago he drifted in here not even knowing what his last name was. But, he still had the mental capacity to recognize a town that he wouldn't have to compete in.
- Whittier: You know, I once practiced law. Haven't you ever wondered why I came to these parts?
- Johnny Cobb: Well, you said it was your health.
- Whittier: Well, peace of mind is also a man's health. I found myself unable to cope with making important decisions; so, I came to Firecreek because, I could live out each day here without my word having any import. I'm no different than all the rest of 'em. No different, at all, Johnny.
- Evelyn Pittman: Get out.
- Bob Larkin: You're not sleepin'.
- Evelyn Pittman: Naturally, I'm not.
- Bob Larkin: May I come in?
- Bob Larkin: You know, Evelyn, I've known a lot of women. Been with a lot.
- Evelyn Pittman: Is that supposed to excite me?
- Johnny Cobb: This is somethin' for the Sweetwater judge.
- Earl: A judge? Mister, where I come from this calls for a rope.
- Bob Larkin: You couldn't do some quiet drinkin' and get some sleep.
- Norman: Well, now, you gotta be fair, Bob. Drew didn't figure on no fuss bein' made over a squaw! None of us did.