Harmonica: I saw three of these dusters a short time ago, they were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters, there were three men.
Cheyenne: So?
Harmonica: Inside the men, there were three bullets.
Cheyenne: That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two reasons. One, nobody around these part's got the guts to wear those dusters except Cheyenne's men. Two, Cheyenne's men don't get killed.
Harmonica: Well, you know music, and you can count - all the way up to two.
[Cheyenne spins the magazine of his revolver]
Cheyenne: All the way up to six if I have to...
[gestures to Harmonica's wound]
Cheyenne: And maybe faster than you.

Harmonica: Now I gotta go. Gonna be a beautiful town, Sweet water.
Jill: [with tears] I hope you'll come back someday.
Harmonica: Someday!

Harmonica: The reward for this man is 5000 dollars, is that right?
Cheyenne: Judas was content for 4970 dollars less.
Harmonica: There were no dollars in them days.
Cheyenne: But sons of bitches... yeah.

Harmonica: When you hear a strange sound, drop to the ground.

Harmonica: You know, Wobbles... I'm kinda mad at you.

Harmonica: Your friends have a high mortality rate Frank. First three, then two.
Frank: So, you're the one who makes appointments.
Harmonica: And you're the one who doesn't keep them.

Cheyenne: [drinking coffee] Good. My mother used to make it this way. Hot, strong, and good.

Cheyenne: [of Harmonica] He not only plays. He can shoot too.

Cheyenne: [points his gun at Morton] Hey, Mr. Choo Choo!

Cheyenne: [to Jill] You know what? If I was you, I'd go down there and give those boys a drink. Can't imagine how happy it makes a man to see a woman like you. Just to look at her. And if one of them should pat your behind, just make believe it's nothing. They earned it.