Vienna: You shouldn't have come back, Tom.
Old Tom: I won't be in the way.
Vienna: I can't have anyone here.
Old Tom: Nobody notices me. I'm just part of the furniture.

Marshal Williams: [the posse has come to Vienna's, demanding the whereabouts of the Dancin' Kid's gang] We came for the Kid and his bunch.
Vienna: [Calmly sitting and playing the piano] That's what you said yesterday.
Marshal Williams: We came for you too, Vienna.
Vienna: [Still playing the piano, unperturbed] Why? I had nothing to do with robbing the bank. Every man here knows that. I don't have to hold up banks. All I have to do is sit here and wait for the railroad to come through. And that is my intention.

Mr. Andrews: [Dining privately with Vienna in her upstairs room] Tell me, why did you pick this spot to build? How could you possibly know that the railroad was coming this way?
Vienna: Some time ago I ran into your surveyor and... we exchanged confidences. When the railroad comes through here, how much do you think this property will be worth?
Mr. Andrews: What's Albuquerque worth?
Vienna: How would you like to share in it? I'll need all the help I can get.
Mr. Andrews: I couldn't help you. I'm not very handy with a gun.
Vienna: I'm offering you an opportunity to get rich!
Mr. Andrews: An opportunity to get killed would be more accurate.

Old Tom: [dying words] Look... everybody's looking at me. It's the first time I ever felt important.

Bart: A man who can't hold on to a glass should drink like a baby from a bottle. Open your mouth guitar man, and I'll feed ya.

Emma: [Passionately addressing the members of the posse] You heard her tell how they're gonna' run the railroad through here, bringin' thousands of new people from the east. Farmers! Dirt farmers! Squatters! They'll push us out. Is that what you're waitin' for? You're actin' like she's some fine lady, and doin' nothin' makes all of you fine gentlemen. Well, she ain't, and you're not! So you better wake up. Or you're gonna' find you and your women and your kids squeezed between barbed wire and fence posts. Is that what you're waitin' for? Well, I'm not!

Emma: [to Vienna] You're nothin' but a railroad tramp! You're not fit to live among us!

Emma: I'm going to kill you.
Vienna: I know. If I don't kill you first.

Emma: You all think she's some fine lady and that doing nothing makes you fine gentlemen. Well she ain't! And you're not!

Emma: You're nothing but a railroad tramp.