Columbia - A Groupie: I hope it's not meatloaf again.
Master Durand: Coconut.
Sheriff Rick: You be careful, son.
Tripp: Rick. I'm sorry I said all those terrible things about you,.
Sheriff Rick: Wait. What?
Sara: Dead? Is that what you told everyone? You poor heartbroken widower. That story must have wet the eyes of many young lasses. Maybe more than their eyes.
Dan Frost: Them Bishop boys are coming for you? You don't need a gunslinger. You need a goddamn regiment.
Jackie Burke: She lost me when she said, We like to think.
J. Daniel Atlas: We are going out with a show people will never forget.
Baird Whitlock: Hey, Obie. You're a Communist, too?
Grimroth: To be a hero, you don't have to do big things... just the right ones.
Emma: What's that for?
Tommy: To make sure he's dead. There used to be a time it was hard to tell a comatose person from a dead one, so coroners tied bells to everybody in the morgue. So if they heard a 'ting', they knew somebody down there wasn't quite ready to go.
Emma: So, why do you have one?
Tommy: Well, I'm... I'm a bit of a traditionalist.
Paul: A man can only take so much.
Mac Radner: They're using their sexuality as a weapon.
Lee Chandler: I can't beat it. I can't beat it. I'm sorry.
Sir George Goldie: Terrible disease, murderous savages. The journey may well mean your life. But you could reclaim your family name.
Maria: Who says a woman has to be married?
Toula: You, all our lives.
Medivh: I'm sorry old friend. Seems I have let the Orcs into this world. The Fel... just twisted me, I... don't even know what else I may have done. I just... don't remember. Everything I thought to protect I have... destroyed. I can't control the Fel... no-one can.