- Pat Garrett: You're actin' like fools, the two of ya. I'm runnin' you out of Lincoln and you're travelin' different roads.
- Denver: Sheriff, that's unconstitutional!
- William Bonney: Aw, Patrick's sworn to defend and protect all bar mirrors in the county.
- [Billy and Denver have graduated from fisticuffs to trading potshots at each other]
- William Bonney: You got my slug there, didn't ya?
- Denver: It was a chip of rock. My shin is busted. You never reached me with no lead!
- William Bonney: Lower on your boot there - that's my crease mark, right there.
- [Denver points his gun at Billy]
- Denver: Well, you see, I don't score crease marks. I only shoot holes.
- William Bonney: Both of us? This far from drinking water? That wouldn't hardly be prudent, would it?
- Denver: I don't care what's prudent! Have you ever felt pain?
- William Bonney: I carry around a couple of .44 slugs, two or three ounces of buckshot.