The Quick and the Dead – Movie Quotes

— 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.

— Mr. Hanlon... I wanted to ask you about Indian Wells. That fight really take place?
— Sure did.
— Then it's true that you gunned down four men?
— Two with my left hand, two with my right hand. You see, the truth is... that I am just as good with either.
— You must be the fastest gun in the West. That or the biggest liar.
— It's a pity you weren't there to find out.
— Oh, but I was, Ace. You see, I was the one that really killed the Terrence brothers. And I doubt a lying, little chickenshit like you was even in the same state. How about that left hand, Ace? How about that left-handed draw?
— Goddamn. God.
— Mr. Ace Hanlon. The scourge of the sagebrush. The terror of Tucson. A bladder full of hot air.

— 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.

— I'II kill you with my bare hands.
— No, it's a gunfight. We aim, we fire, you die. You'll get the idea.

— 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.

Eugene Dred: — It's lights out, Kid! I'm gonna be pissing on your grave tonight. You're through.
Horace: — Quiet! Quiet! Gentlemen, please remember... you must not draw... until that clock makes the first chime of the hour. Once that happens, you may fire at your convenience.
Fee "The Kid" Herod: — Whoa, now. What if somebody gets too excited and starts shooting early?
John Herod: — Yeah. If he cheats, he'll be eliminated from the contest.
Horace: — Whoever is standing after the draw... is the winner. If both men are still standing, you must continue firing. Do I make myself clear? Gentlemen, the street is yours.

— I'm shocked. Reverend here needs a gun.
— There's plenty of other places in town to buy a gun.
— Nowhere as cheap.
— I wouldn't know a place that's cheap enough for you.
— You know, your mouth gets faster every day. Pity your hands are so slow.
— I ain't got slow hands.
— Sure you do. Put your hand on the counter here. Go on. Put your gun hand up on the counter. Look at this, Cort. Here's a gunfighter's hand and here's a farmer's hand.
— I ain't got no farmer's hands.
— You know, Cort and me are killers. We're the genuine article. But you... You're from different stock.

John Herod: — I'll tell you what. I'll be a good Samaritan. What's the cheapest gun you got? Not in the case. The cheapest piece of worthless crap in the whole store.
Fee "The Kid" Herod: — All right. Five bucks.
John Herod: — Sold. What are you doing there? No. Preacher here's got the Lord on his side. He only needs one bullet. Just one. Otherwise, he might be tempted to shoot his way out of town.
Fee "The Kid" Herod: — That gun shoots straight. I wouldn't sell it if it didn't.
Cort: — It's okay, Kid. I won't draw.
John Herod: — Sure you will. I know you, Cort. When it comes down to it, you'll pull the trigger.