- Sheriff Asa Tanner: A man that won't reason's a liar. A man that can't reason is a fool. And a man that's afraid to reason, I just don't think he's any man at all.
- Sheriff Asa Tanner: I ain't saying that hangman's wrong. I ain't saying Deadhorse is right. All I'm saying is that it ain't worth dying for. Ah huh. Not for me. Maybe not for you. You leave Deadhorse to me. I'll take care of them. But I'm gonna do it in my own way. That's a promise. When he comes around, buy him a drink on the house, will ya
- [he hands a new whiskey bottle to Mr Favor]
- Wishbone: Soon as they get tired of waiting, he's gonna be like a mouse in a box of cats. I don't care what he says, he don't stand a chance.
- Jim Quince: Hey, Rowdy.
- Rowdy Yates: [Rowdy wears a cook's apron, walking off to find an ingredient] Huh?
- Jim Quince: Yours stew's burning.
- Rowdy Yates: Then stir it.
- Jim Quince: I can't. I'm the scout.
- Hannibal H. Plew: Just as dead, Mr Wiley, but not just as fast. To a man with a noose around his neck, a second could be a lifetime. And a minute can be an eternity. Now it is our job to make this execution just as professional , just as merciful as possible. Do I make myself clear?
- Hannibal H. Plew: You want the reasons, fine. I need your age to tell me how long it will be before your heart stops beating. I need your height in order to know the position of the noose above the cervical vertebrae and whether to use 10 or 13 wraps in the knot. I need your weight in order to know the length of the drop. Too high and your head will be separated from your shoulders. And too short then I run the risk of a long strangulation, the worst possible type of execution. It's medieval and barbaric. So gentlemen, call me a fool, call me a liar, call me nothing at all. The facts remain the same.
- Hey Soos: [Jed volunteers to go to the gallows and he is hung, leaving the townsfolk stunned, the Sheriff regretting he had arrested Jed for the murder of a low-down cheap card shark, and not finding different options for a better outcome] I looked and behold, a pale hose and the man that sat upon him was Death.