The Lawless Breed

Capt. W.H. McNally:
John Wesley Hardin has made the name of Texas stick in the nostrils of justice.

John Clements:
What are you doing on the trail? Trying to pick up a little stray business?

Chick Noonan:
I pick up business any place I can find it. Business was good in Abilene. I had a special embalming and burying job on the Durango Kid. And if I do say so myself, when he was laid out, his own wife didn't even know him. She thought he was a stranger asleep in the parlor.

John Wesley Hardin:
My father, J. G. Hardin, was a preacher and circuit rider. He was a strong, God-fearing man who carried his Bible like a six-gun and fought with the Devil wherever he found him.

John Wesley Hardin:
I don't back up from any man unless he was my pa.

John Wesley Hardin:
There's no more law in Texas... only Yankee law.

John Wesley Hardin:
Get out of here, Rosie! There's gonna be some shootin'!

John Wesley Hardin:
I'm getting out of here, clear out of Texas, Jane, and we'll get that farm, Jane, just like I promised you: the well...

Jane Brown:
Sure, I know. The place with the white painted fence, the green grass, and the water all year round. I don't believe that any more, Wes. I don't think you believe it! No, you'll never have that place, not now. You'll never have more than six feet of ground.