Dyin’ ain’t much of a living, boy.
When you have to shoot, shoot. Don’t talk.
Are you gonna pull those pistols or whistle ‘Dixie’?
Don’t piss on my back and tell me it’s raining.
I’m skinning you alive with my bare hands.
Buzzards gotta eat, same as worms.
Don’t spook her, Clyde.
Words said could be taken back, but bullets can’t.
They say hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Sometimes trouble follows a man.
Are you gonna get any better, or is this it?
When I get to likin’ someone, they ain’t around long.
I aim to kill you in one minute, Ned, or see you hanged in Fort Smith at Judge Parker’s convenience.
Nobody’s got no business with being innocent. What’s innocent got to do with it?
We all died a little in that damn war.
Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly be any dumber, you go and do something like this… and totally redeem yourself!
Lesson number one: Don’t get shot.
Hell is full of burned-out sheriffs.
Hell is a tyrant named Josiah.
You think you’re clever, don’t you?
You’re gonna look pretty silly with that knife sticking out of your ass.
I’m here to kill you, or see you hang.
You just watch out your window, and step out when you see the time is right. But only if it’s right.
Well, aren’t we a pair? Raggedy Man and his backstabbing friend.
Some men are born at the wrong time, and they’re too early or too late for their own damn good.
I noticed you’re alone. Well, in my experience, a man usually shows up with a friend.
You have to get up pretty early in the morning to fool Josey Wales.
Every man’s got a right to choose where he dies.
Now remember, when things look bad and it looks like you’re not gonna make it, then you gotta get mean. I mean plumb, mad-dog mean.
Them young boys that went and done the killing, they’re dead by now, ain’t they? Well, it don’t matter much if they are or aren’t.
I ain’t promising you nothing extra. I’m just giving you life and you’re giving me life. And I’m saying that men can live together without butchering one another.
Mad treaties and broken agreements, I reckon I’ve had my fill.
They’ve done hit all the settlers around these parts.
You gonna pull them pistols, or whistle Dixie?
A man without legs is a rattlesnake.
I can hit a sparrow on the wing.
No need to go heeled to get the bulge on a tub like you.
Y’all gonna die! (said to a group of Union soldiers)
You better bury Ned right! Better not go cuttin’ up, nor otherwise harm no whores. Or I’ll come back and kill every one of you sons of bitches.
Are you gonna pull those pistols or whistle Dixie? (recurring quote throughout the film)
I reckon so. (in response to being told he’s a wanted man)
Don’t s’pose it’s on a man to plan his own hanging.
Dying ain’t much of a living, boy.
Are we still after Josey Wales? – Yeah. – Well, I reckon we all died a little in that damn war.
This ain’t no time to be playing outlaw. This is a time to be running!
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