- Elizabeth Purdy: Men! You borne them, nurse them, change them. Then they're always shocked when they find you know everything about them.
- Elizabeth Purdy: You can lift that anvil, you can pick it up and walk into the desert if you don't mind walking barefoot. I won't stop you. If you come toward the house, I'll shoot you as fast as I would a wolf.
- George Tess: Now, women have a hard time understanding sometimes, Mister. You know they lead a sheltered life. They, well, they don't get beat up by the town bully when they're kids, or have a gunshot wound closed up with a hot branding iron, or have a man stomp them to death, or kill him in a gunfight. They're not softened up any. They don't learn. That makes them stubborn, foolish.
- Elizabeth Purdy: [the onslaught on the house has begun, windows being smashed by gunfire, shattered and cleared] The glass came all the way from Independence, Missouri.
- George Tess: [Describing his best friends] I got a Mexican out there, and a stoved up cowboy, and a buffalo hunter with half his brains left. All they wanna do is live.
- Elizabeth Purdy: The water's free. Anything else you want, you'll have to pay for.
- Preacher: How much?
- Elizabeth Purdy: Your life.
- Elizabeth Purdy: One of those men was wearing a Rebel jacket. They say he fought with Quantrill during the war. Did you, Mister Yuma?
- Johnny Yuma: No, Ma'am. I fought my war.
- Elizabeth Purdy: Now don't tell me you're going to be a big baby about this.
- Johnny Yuma: Well, ah, tell you, Miz Purdy, I'll try and be like some fella I never met, as big as the country, strong as the wind, man of patience.
- Elizabeth Purdy: Those chains you're wearing, my father took them from a runaway slave in '59. I'd trust you more if you were wearing blue rather than grey.
- Elizabeth Purdy: You try to kill me or mine, you do it thirsty.
- George Tess: All right, little one. I'm not gonna kill yah, but rest assured of that. 'Cos I want you to live.
- George Tess: All we wanted was food, horses.
- Preacher: George! GEORGE!
- George Tess: I hear yah.
- Preacher: [the woman is on the ground sobbing over her murdered husband] There are no horses, not enough food. We'll have to head south now.
- George Tess: In a little while.
- Preacher: It's a hundred miles of desert. Can't carry enough water.
- George Tess: Three hundred lousy dollars in a lousy hick town bank. You're right, Deacon, head south. There are two waterholes there. I hope they ain't dry. Come here, little one.
- [the woman stops weeping and looks up in abject horror]
- Johnny Yuma: Your option, pig, hang or be shot.
- George Tess: First, I'm gonna kill yah, Reb. Then I'm gonna "talk" to that lady in there.