Prisoner: Always uses top grade hemp, Schmidt does. He oils it so it slides read good. Snaps your neck like a dry twig.

Judge Adam Fenton: [hands Cooper a cup of coffee] Here, if that hangin' rope didn't kill ya, maybe my coffee will.

Judge Adam Fenton: Nineteen marshals and one court to commandeer 70,000 square miles. A happy hunting ground filled with bushwackers, horse thieves, whiskey peddlers, counterfeiters, hide peelers, marauders - they'd kill you for a hat band. Now that's why there's a badge in my desk, Cooper, itching to sit on somebody's chest... and no takers!

Judge Adam Fenton: Pick up the badge, Mr. Cooper.
[Cooper glares at Fenton]
Judge Adam Fenton: Pick up the badge, or leave justice to me and my men.

Judge Adam Fenton: You think I judged him too harshly? Used him for kindling my fire of justice? Well, maybe that's inevitable when there's only one man, one court, with the power of final justice over a territory that's five times the size of most states. Mistakes? Oh, I've made 'em, Cooper. Don't you doubt about that. Don't you doubt, either, there are times sitting up there in that judgement seat I wished, I prayed, that there was someone standing between me and God Almighty - someone with the power to say, "You're wrong, Fenton. You've made an error in law - that this man deserves another trial, this man here a reprieve, this man is innocent." But until this territory becomes a state with a governor and a state court of appeals, I am the law here - all the law. If you don't like that, you can cuss me till hell freezes over... or you can join me, Cooper; even fight me. Help me turn this God forsaken territory into a state where no one man calls himself the law.

Schmidt, the Hangman: You haff last request?
Prisoner: Sure would like me a chaw of tobacco. Whats the matter, hangman; afraid I'll choke to death and you'll lose your hangin' fee?
[Schmidt gives him a chew]
Prisoner: Umm! Put it in my pocket
[Schmidt complies and starts to put the hood over the prisoner's head]
Prisoner: Umm! Umm!
[spits out tobacco juice and then nods]

Jennifer, the Prostitute: I wanna see the hangin'!
[as Cooper drags her off to bed]

[after rescuing Cooper from being lynched]
Marshal Dave Bliss: Some people call this hell, but you're still in Oklahoma Territory... Save your breath. I don't know who hung you or why, but if you're innocent, the judge will set you free. And if you're not, we'll have to take the trouble to hanging you again.

[last lines]
Judge Adam Fenton: Cooper, Charlie Blackfoot was seen in the town of Ridgeway. I got two unfilled warrants here for Blackfoot and Maddow. The law still wants 'em.

[Repeated Line]
The Prophet: They've come to kill the Prophet.