Ellen – Character Quotes

— Any man here you're not interested in?
— Yeah. You.

— You want to play poker with me?
— You keep playing with yourself.
— This is a very special pack. I put an ace in it every time I kill a man.

— You think I do this contest because it's fun? Look at this town. These people would kill you for your bootlaces. This way I get to face my enemies. They can't shoot me in the back. And of course I always win.
— One day your luck will run out.
— I don't win because I'm lucky.

John Herod: — You're dead. You're dead!
Cort: — Sorry, John. Changed the rules. From now on, all the fights are fair.
John Herod: — Who are you?!
Ellen: — You stole my life.
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John Herod: — You're not fast enough for me!
Ellen: — Today I am. The law has come back to town.

— How about a room?
— Whores next door.
— Say that again.
— Whores next door.
— Now, do you have a room available?
— A room and bath. Yes, ma'am. Coming up.

— I'm worth $3000 in four states. 75 offences and no convictions. My name's Fee... but everyone calls me The Kid.
— Congratulations.
— I can wake up at dawn, rob two banks, a train, a stagecoach, shoot the feathers off a duck's ass at feet and be back in bed before you wake up next to me. How are you?
— Just fine.
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— Horace said you drink this. You sure must want to die young.
— I do now.

— Sign me up.
— No women in quick-draw.
— There's no rules against ladies. It's just that women can't shoot for shit. Adíos, Reverend. Put 'em both in the contest.

— Felt natural, didn't it? Nice and smooth?
— You're pretty fast. Hope I don't have to fight you.
— You have a choice to be here. I don't.
— He made you do it.
— I was the only one who pulled the trigger.
— Well, this ain't much of a town for a preacher.
— I wasn't always a preacher.

— So why'd you come here tonight?
— You invited me.
— You could have turned me down.
— I wanted to see what kind of man you are.
— What kind of man am I?
— The kind people hate.
— I'm not trying to be popular. The people in this town, they need me. I bring a sense of order to their lives. Not law, order.
— Like hanging a preacher in the saloon?
— He's no preacher. He's a fraud. If a man is a killer, then that's what he is. There's no dishonor. But don't let that same man suddenly tell me... that it's not in his blood anymore. That's worse than a liar.

— Did you ever kill anyone?
— Sure.
— I don't think you have. You see, it all comes down to one thing: How far are you prepared to go?
— All the way.
— My father was a judge. That surprises you. He used to make my mother and me watch people being hanged... for our improvement. One day he said there was too much bad in this world. He took a bullet, put it in his gun... spun the chamber... and then took it in turns, clicking it at each of us... until he finally blew the back of his head off... with the final click. Understand this: There is nothing on this earth that frightens me now. Nothing.

— I got years, but got out early.
— How long did you do this time?
— Three days.
— You're pretty.
— You're not.
— I need a woman.
— You need a bath.

— You don't have to do this. Everybody already knows you're the best.
— No. It ain't about that. I'm his son. And if this is the only way he's gonna admit that... then so be it.
— What can you possibly get out of this? What do you want?
— All I want is his respect.

— Good morning. You definitely had a good time last night. Want some breakfast? Or how about some more of what we had last night? You certainly won that drinking contest. But then again, I won you in poker.
— You puked and passed out, so let's not plan the wedding yet. Why do you sleep on this thing?
— That way nobody will steal it.