- Mary Abel Dutton: [standing over her aunt observing, asks an accusing question] You drink coffee?
- Margaret Dutton: It's not for me.
- Mary Abel Dutton: No one else here.
- [Margaret rises and takes a drink of coffee]
- Mary Abel Dutton: You lied!
- Margaret Dutton: I did, didn't I?
- Mary Abel Dutton: What kind of a woman drinks coffee?
- Margaret Dutton: I can't wait to hear this lecture on womanhood. This coffee is for him. After a long night. Someday, if you're lucky to find a man... or simply find a man who is extremely unlucky, you will learn coffee is a welcome treat after a hard ride.
- Margaret Dutton: [gives her niece a hard look and takes another drink of coffee] Mmm
- [walks past her niece while continuing to stare her down]
- James Dutton: I'm taking Elsa...
- Margaret Dutton: You're what?
- James Dutton: This bunch is short on riders and we need her.
- Margaret Dutton: I'd object, but it sounds like you're not asking my permission.
- James Dutton: No, ma'am, I am not.
- Margaret Dutton: How am I supposed to make her a lady when you keep treating her like a man?
- James Dutton: [rides off] Plenty of ladies in this world. Pretty short on decent men, though.
- Margaret Dutton: [exasperated] How am I supposed to respond to that?
- Marshal Jim Courtright: [after shooting several outlaws in the saloon] "There's only one killer in Fort Worth, and that's me."
- Ennis: Would you take off your hat? Wanna get a better look at you.
- Elsa Dutton: Why get a better look?
- Ennis: Well, there's a fair chance you're too purty for me. If you are, I'd rather know now so I don't waste my time.
- Elsa Dutton: Maybe you're to pretty for me.
- Ennis: [laughs] Well, shoot, I mean, if me bein' purty is a problem, then we ain't got a problem. Shoot.
- [Elsa takes off her hat]
- Ennis: Yep. Too purty for me. Dang it.
- Elsa Dutton: Know what today is?
- James Dutton: Huh. I don't know. Thursday, maybe.
- Elsa Dutton: [narrating] 18 years ago, on this day, Lee surrendered to Grant in the home of Wilma McClain, in the village of Appomattox. A year later, I was born. It was Monday, April 9, 1883. And it was my birthday.
- Elsa Dutton: Yea, Thursday, I think you're right.
- Claire Dutton: [Margaret sitting by the fire as Claire walks in] Godless noise. We could be listening to cicadas and frogs by the river, but instead we're listening to this.
- Margaret Dutton: For once, we're in agreement.
- Shea Brennan: I want to see it one last time, before it's settled... Before it's ruined.
- Thomas: After you see it, then what?
- Shea Brennan: Then I don't care. The world can open up and eat me.
- Grady: Then wild bulls pester them English cows pretty good. Must be the way they smell. Smell the same to me, but I ain't a bull.
- Claire Dutton: I have had seven children, and they have all ended up just like this one, in the dirt I kneel beside.
- Elsa Dutton: Thought I was too pretty for you.
- Ennis: You are, but I'm pretty short on common sense. So...
- Elsa Dutton: I've painted a picture of my husband in my mind... And he don't look like you.
- Ennis: Well, I'm a cowboy, Ma'am. We don't look like nobody's husband. But we're the ones you think about when your husband ain't around.
- Claire Dutton: [uncompassionate reaction to German immigrants succumbing to cholera after drinking unboiled water from the trinity river] Better they die up here than do something on the trail that gets us killed. Only cure for stupid is reaching the gates of heaven.
- Margaret Dutton: Funny, I don't recall the word "stupid" anywhere in the Bible.
- cowboy: Makes you wonder what the rich folk are doing, huh?
- Elsa Dutton: They ain't doing this.
- cowboy: No, ma'am, they ain't.
- [both chuckle as cowboy reins and rides off]
- Elsa Dutton: [internal monologue] I looked to my right and saw my father, somehow riding vertically toward the earth. Beyond him, cowboys and cattle pushed toward us, dust following them like a cloudy shadow. The light was soft and pale and pink, like God decided to light this day with candles and the whole of Texas spread out before me. It was the most magnificent thing I'd ever seen.
- Elsa Dutton: [...] Freedom to most, it is an idea... an abstract thought that pertains to control. That's not freedom. That's independence. Freedom is riding wild over untamed land with no notion any moment exists beyond the one you are living. I knew nothing of the horror that hides in freedom's shadow.
- [bandits attack]
- Elsa Dutton: [...] And just like that, horror steps from the shadows.
- Elsa Dutton: [...] What began as a journey had become a retreat... into the unknown. We were backing into the abyss, so worried our sins would follow us, we didn't bother watching where we walked... and behind us was a cliff.