30 Best Young Guns Quotes

Charley: Hey, you ain't no regulator, boy. You just stay here with the pork. They're smarter than you anyway; you might learn something.

Richard: Papers can't do anything right.

William H. Bonney: Murphy's taking inventory in Tunstall's store right now and you're saying that means nothing to you?
Chavez: It means nothing to me? Murphy and his politicians have taken more blood from me than they ever will from you.
William H. Bonney: How do you figure?
Chavez: The Red Sands Creek Reservation. 200 people butchered in the snow with their stomachs empty. My mother's people. You see, Murphy was under government contract to supply us with beef, but two winters ago, he sent only rotten meat. No corn, no flour, just rancid beef crawling with worms. A few of my men and I set out to a camp in the middle of the night to try and get food. Oh yeah, they welcomed us in, and then they fired at us. I got away, only me. But when I got back to the Red Sands, I found out that the army had already heard about our big indian uprising and they paid us back. My mother was cut by a saber from her privates to her neck. My sisters were just babies, and they had their heads bashed in with boot heels so the army could save bullets. Everyone at the reservation was butchered AND IT MEANS NOTHING TO ME? Oh yeah, I went into Lincoln to take Murphy's head. And that's when John Tunstall found me, and he took me in, and he taught me a better way to bury Murphy.

"Dirty: You're a red ass Mexican greaser, you do it with your horse. Mexican greaser!
Chavez: Come here, you little white chicken shit.

William H. Bonney: [after shooting the Texan in the bar who was boasting that he would kill Billy the Kid] How many does that make Doc? 25?
Doc: Five.
William H. Bonney: We'll call it ten.

William H. Bonney: If we're caught, we're gonna hang... But there's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip.

Richard: Wanna close those fucking lips for a goddamn second and let me think?

Richard: We've got a warrant for you, old man.
Buckshot: I ain't got no business with that war no more, peckerhead son of a bitch. I'm on my own. I've come to pick up the 150 dollars Sheriff Brady has put out for the kid. The rest of you are only worth about 110, but I'll take it.
Doc: What a sweet disposition.
Buckshot: All right, let's dance.

[When the cavalry arrives]
Doc: Billy, we're good, but this is getting ridiculous.
William H. Bonney: I like these odds...

Charley: I'm not a pistoleer or a knifesmith like that greaser Chavez Chavez over there. I'm a pugilist.

"Dirty: Damn good riding with you, Chavez.
Chavez: Many nights, my friend... Many nights I've put a blade to your throat while you were sleeping. Glad I never killed you, Steve. You're all right...

Yen: They'll chase after us.
Doc: I'm used to that.

Yen: I know what you've come to do. You've come to lay with me and cut me into tiny pieces. You're the bandit that eats children and old people.
Doc: I eat meat and potatoes.

William H. Bonney: Reap it, Murphy, you son of a bitch.

Richard: Buénos diaz, shitheads.

Murphy: Get ready for hell

"Dirty: Did you guys see the size of that chicken?

Richard: Lord, forgive us for our wrongdoings, for our misguidance by heathen religions. Thank you for keeping us alive. Lord, be with us in doing the right thing. Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallow be thy name.
William H. Bonney: Please, Dick. It's getting cold. (he and Dick both pull guns on each other) I could've killed you, Dick. I could've killed you, but I don't want to kill you. I want to eat.

John: I have made a long, steamship journey from London, Mr. Murphy, so I shall be damned if I am persuaded by something as ugly as political corruption. So, I'd like for you to take your threats and your sheriff and get off my property.
L.G. Murphy: You're ambitious, Earl, but you'd be better off selling lady's undergarments in Hampstead.

[the Regulators are at a dance]
Charley: Look at Billy Bonney go.
'Dirty: He ain't all there, is he?
Charley: He's there enough to be dancing with a pretty girl while we're sitting around pulling our tallywhackers.

[the "Regulators" are surrounded by 20-30 men in Alex McSween's house]
Doc: Billy, what are we gonna do now?
William H. Bonney: We're gonna show these guys they've finally met their match.

William H. Bonney: Reap the whirlwind, Brady. Reap it.

Charley: We work for Mr. Tunstall as regulators. We regulate any stealing of his property - we're damn good too! Mr. Tunstall's got a soft spot for runaways, derelicts, vagrant types. But you can't be any geek off the street, gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean, earn your keep.

Yen: You look like trouble.
Doc: Trouble? I'm a poet, with flowers of all things.
Yen: And a gun... it's a big gun.
Doc: It's a big town. Come on Yin, all I want is a chance.

Alex: I'm not leaving my house.
William H. Bonney: Alex, if you stay they're gonna kill you. And then I'm gonna have to to go around and kill all the guys who killed you. That's a lot of killing.

[Repeated line]
'Dirty: He ain't all there, is he?

Chavez: I told you I would find the way, and the way is west.
William H. Bonney: West, huh? Well west is that way...
[points gun in one direction]
William H. Bonney: ...and the bastards we gotta kill are that way.
[points gun in opposite direction]

Charley: Hey, Chavez, how come they ain't killing us?
"Dirty: Because we're in the spirit world, asshole. They can't see us.

Charley: Did you know pigs is as smart as dogs? It's true. I knew this guy in El Capitan who taught his pig to bark at strangers.

[Steve is laughing at Bonney at the dinner table]
John: What do you find funny, Steven? That's no proper table manners.
Charley: He's got a way with hogs.
John: Congratulations, Charles. You and Steven will be doing the dirty crockery alone this evening.
Charley: Sorry, John. It just struck me funny.
John: And to William, both of you.
Charley: Apologies, Billy. We was just hacking on you.
"Dirty: Yeah, we was just hacking on you.
Richard: Rumor has it you killed a man, Billy. You don't seem like the killing sort.
"Dirty: Yeah, Billy. What'd you kill him for?
William H. Bonney: He was hacking on me.