Cowboys

Wil Andersen:
We're burnin' daylight.

Wil Andersen:
Slap some bacon on a biscuit and let's go! We're burnin' daylight!

Wil Andersen:
Big mouth don't make a big man.

Jebediah Nightlinger:
Well, I have the inclination, the maturity, and the where-with-all; but unfortunately, I don't have the time.

Jebediah Nightlinger:
I regret trifling with married women, I'm thoroughly ashamed at cheating at cards, I deplore my occasional departures from the truth, Forgive me for taking your name in vain, my Saturday drunkenness, my Sunday Sloth. Above all, forgive me for the men I've killed in anger, and those I am about to...

Anse Petersen:
Wil, if yer neck was any stiffer, you couldn't even bend down ta pull yer boots on!

Wil Andersen:
I've broke my back once, and my hip twice. And on my worst day I could still beat the hell out of you.

Cimarron:
They didn't even did him a decent grave.

Wil Andersen:
Well, it's not how you're buried, it's how you're remembered.

Wil Andersen:
Sometimes it's hard to understand the drift of things. This was a good boy. He'd have been a good man. He didn't get his chance. Death can come for ya any place, any time. It's never welcomed. But if you've done all you can do, and it's your best, in a way I guess you're ready for it.

Jebediah Nightlinger:
This may seem a lonesome place to leave him, but he is not alone, because many of his kind rest here with him. The prairie was like a mother to Mr. Andersen. He belonged to her. She cared for him while he lived. And she is nursing him while he sleeps.

Wil Andersen:
You know, trail driving is not Sunday school picnic. You got to figure you're dealing with the dumbest oneriest critter on God's green earth. The cow is nothing but trouble tied up in a leather bag. and the horse ain't much better.

Mrs. Kate Collingwood:
The first time should be in the back of a buggy with a girl that they think they're in love with.

Hardy Fimps:
I never noticed before, but most of the people I know are quiet compared to Mr. Andersen.

Charles 'Slim' Honeycutt:
He's quiet... it just comes out loud.

Stuttering Boy Wilson:
Son-of-a-b*tch.

Wil Andersen:
What did you say?

Stuttering Boy Wilson:
You god-damned son-of-a-b*tch!

Wil Andersen:
Say that again.

Stuttering Boy Wilson:
You god-damned, mean, son-of-a-b*tch!

Wil Andersen:
Say it faster.

Stuttering Boy Wilson:
You god-damned, mean, dirty, son-of-a-b*tch!

Wil Andersen:
I wouldn't make it a habit of calling me that, son.

Jedediah Nightlinger:
Boys are always guilty of something nasty. What could it be this time, I wonder?

Wil Andersen:
Now this is the way it's gonna be: I'm a man and you're boys. Not cowmen, not by a damn sight, nothing but cowboys just like the word says. And I'm gonna remind you of it every single minute of every day and night.

Jedediah Nightlinger:
Doesn't anything larger want to work for you?