Cowboy: Hey, Allie, we were just trying to help him out.
Alex: Yeah, like a sharp stick in the eye.

[Dutchie has been seriously wounded and the nearest doctor in a hundred miles away]
Catron: Best thing you can do for him, pilgrim, is make him rest easy while he waits till the end. Anything he drinks is on the house. And then you can bury him out back and away from the hogs. And it won't cost much. I'll even carve him a nice head marker. Twenty-five dollars sound about right? The ground is kind of hard this time of year... and the diggin' ain't easy.

[Preacher forces Catherine to take up with one of his sons]
Catherine Allen: I need some time. It's a very hard choice to make.
Preacher Quint: Of course it's hard. I'll give you two days. That's fair, two days. Now, pick over all the fine points. Rafe there is smarter but he's meaner, and Rufe there, he's stronger but he's dumber. If the good Lord had seen fit to put them both together, they would have made a perfect man.