Cheyenne Quotes

You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was - for an hour or for a month - he must have been a happy man.

You don't understand, Jill. People like that have something inside... something to do with death.

They wanna hang me, the big black crows. Idiots. What the hell? I'll kill anything, but never a kid. Be like killin' a priest. Catholic priest, that is.

Hey, Mr. Choo-Choo.

Jill: If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself, and even call in your men. Well, no woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory!
Cheyenne: You make good coffee, at least?

Jill: But... but they were his men.
Harmonica: Yeah.
Jill: And they tried to kill him.
Harmonica: They must've found somebody who pays better.
Jill: And YOU! You saved his life.
Harmonica: I didn't let them kill him, and that's not the same thing.

Harmonica: Now I gotta go. Gonna be a beautiful town, Sweetwater.
Jill: I hope you'll come back someday.
Harmonica: Someday.

Jill: Hey, you're sort of a handsome man.
Cheyenne: But I'm not the right man. And neither is he.

Cheyenne: You deserve better.
Jill: The last man who told me that... is buried out there.

You wake up one morning and say "World, I know you. From now on there are no more surprises," and then you happen to meet a man like this, who looked like a good man - clear eyes, strong hands - and he wants to marry you, which doesn't happen often, and he says he's rich, too, which doesn't hurt.

Jill: I could swear we're going to have that strange sound.
Harmonica: Right now.

Jill: Cheyenne.
Cheyenne: Huh?
Jill: What's he waiting for out there? What's he doing?
Cheyenne: He's whittling on a piece of wood. I got a feeling, when he stops whittling, something's gonna happen.

By the way, you know anything about a man going around playing the harmonica? He's somebody you'd remember. Instead of talking, he plays. And when he better play, he talks.

You know what? If I was you, I'd go down there and give those boys a drink. Can't imagine how happy it makes a man to see a woman like you, just to look at her. And if one of them should, uh, pat your behind, just make believe it's nothing. They earned it.

Hey, Harmonica, when they do you in, pray it's somebody who knows where to shoot. Go away. Go away. Go away, I don't want you to see me die.

Yeah, go on. Play, Harmonica. Play, so you can't bullshit.

Make believe it's nothing.

Good. My mother used to make coffee this way - hot, strong, and good.

You know, ma'am, when you've killed four, it's easy to make it five.