Quick and the Dead

Cantrell:
Sergeant Cantrell.

Shemp:
How do you spell that?

Cantrell:
Correctly.

Cort:
There's a click before the strike. Listen to the clock.

Cort:
Last night, The Kid. Tonight, Herod. You're a busy woman. Any man in this town you're not interested in?

Ellen:
Yeah. You.

Kid:
Am I fast, or is Sweden just a very small place?

Kid:
I'm worth $3,000 in four states. Seventy-five offenses and no convictions. My name's Fee but, uh... everyone calls me the Kid.

Ellen:
Congratulations.

Scars:
I need a woman.

Ellen:
You need a bath.

Scars:
You're purty.

Ellen:
You're not.

Kid:
No no no no, you see it's a gun fight. We both have guns. We aim, we fire, you die.

Kid:
Want some breakfast? Or, uh, how 'bout a little of what we had last night?

Kid:
I'm so damned fast I can wake up at the crack of dawn, rob two banks, a train and a stage coach, shoot the tail feathers off a duck's ass at 300 feet, and still be back in bed before you wake up next to me.

Kid:
The Smith and Wesson Schofield .45. Just meat and potatoes. Me and Jesse James think it's the best handgun in the world. Had the trigger guard removed, it saves drawin' time. Don't ever wear it when you're drunk, or you'll kill your feet.

Kid:
Is it possible? Is it possible to improve on _perfection_?

Ace Hanlon:
You wanna play poker with me, little lady?

Ellen:
Looks like you're having a pretty good time playing with yourself.

Blind Boy:
John Herod owns that house. He gets fifty cents of every dollar in this town.

Ellen:
What's the town get?

Blind Boy:
Huh... they gets to live.

Ace Hanlon:
This is a very special pack. See, I put an ace in every time I kill a man.

Ellen:
I'm gonna kill you if I have to ride all the way to hell to do it.

John Herod:
Do you have some particular problem with me?

John Herod:
I said, are you still fast?

Cort:
Faster than you.

Cort:
Sorry, John. Changed the rules. From now on, all the fights are fair.

John Herod:
You must be the fastest gun in the west. That or the biggest liar!