– Ah, good morning, ma’am And isn’t it a lovely morning ? – Up yours, nigger
GABBY JOHNSON: Hell, I was born here and I was raised here…and goddamn it, I’m going to die here! And no sidewinder, bushwhacking, hornswoggling…cracker croaker, is going to ruin my biscuit-cutter! OLSON JOHNSON: Now who can argue with that?
– My work here is done. I’m needed elsewhere now. I’m needed wherever outlaws rule the West. Wherever innocent women and children are afraid to walk the streets. Wherever a man cannot live in simple dignity. Wherever people cry out for justice. – Bullshit!