- Pastor Moore: [eulogizing over the town's dead] 'Tis a fearful thing, to love what death can touch. A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be. To be, and, oh, to lose. A thing for fools, this. And a holy thing. A holy thing, to love. For your life has lived in me. Your laugh once lifted me. Your word was gift to me. To remember this brings painful joy. 'Tis a human thing, love. A holy thing. To love what death has touched.
- Elias: Boy, you cannot be this ignorant.
- Whitey Winn: Mr. Hobbs I've been told that by so many folks for so long now, I've got to believe it's true.
- Frank Griffin: [aiming their guns under the table] So it would appear we're sitting in a room full of men with pistols.
- John Randall: [across the table] It would appear so.
- [last lines]
- Bill McNue: I informed A T Grigg that Roy Goode and Frank Griffin killed each other in a gunfight outside La Belle. Be a hell of an obituary.
- Roy Goode: Well, maybe I'll read it sometime.
- Bill McNue: Good luck to you, Mr. Ward...
- Mary Agnes: [watching Frank's posse approach the town] Ain't nothing but pure-ass luck gonna save us now.