Ned Logan: I sure do miss my bed.Will Munny: You said that last night.Ned Logan: No, last night I said I missed my wife, tonight I just miss my dadgum bed.
Ned Logan: Hell, Will. We ain't bad men no more. Shit, we're farmers.Will Munny: Should be easy killing them, supposing they don't go on down to Texas first.Ned Logan: How long has it been since you fired a gun at a man, Will? Nine, ten years?Will Munny: Eleven.Ned Logan: Easy, huh? Hell, I don't know that it was all that easy even back then. And we was young and full of beans. I mean, if you was mad at 'em, Will, I mean. If they'd done you some wrong, I could see shooting 'em.Will Munny: We done stuff for money before, Ned.Ned Logan: Yeah, we thought we did. All right, so what did these fellas do? Cheat at cards? Steal some strays? Spit on a rich fella? What?Will Munny: No, they cut up a woman.Ned Logan: What?Will Munny: Yeah, they cut up her face, cut her eyes out, cut her fingers off, cut her tits, everything but her cunty, I suppose.Ned Logan: I'll be dogg - Golly, I guess they got it comin'. 'Course, you know, Will, if Claudia was alive you wouldn't be doin' this.
All right, I'm coming out. Any man I see out there, I'm gonna shoot him. Any sumbitch takes a shot at me, I'm not only gonna kill him, but I'm gonna kill his wife, all his friends, and burn his damn house down.
I guess you think I'm kicking you Bob!
