- Abel Pinkney: When you get through planting them two, I got three more customers (bodies) for you inside the coach. And I believe they got enough money to pay for their own box.
- Amos Bixby: That's right kindly of you, Abel. You better lay them out in the snow until I get back. That will keep them fresh.
- [after their stagecoach is attacked, Hickok and Pickney check for casualties]
- Wild Bill Hickok: This lady's walkin' the streets of glory.
- Abel Pinkney: God damn! Blue Whistler musta caught her right in the third eye.
- [first lines]
- Amos Bixby: What the Hell is going on?
- Wild Bill Hickok: I had a dream.
- Amos Bixby: If there'd been anyone in the upper, you'd have sent him to Hell on a shudder.
- Wild Bill Hickok: Sorry, Mister Bixby.
- Amos Bixby: My God, Mister Otis. You will stow those damned irons in your carpet bag or I'll stop this train and set you out in Wyoming on your boots.
- Amos Bixby: [narrating] In September of 1874 Wild Bill Hickok came back to the Old West. I didn't place him then because he was wearing a different name and he had a strange bee in his bonnet, a deadly dream that was eating out his soul. A nightmare that he had to hunt down and face up to before it turned him into a raving maniac. I oughta know. I was there.
- Wild Bill Hickok: I'm a man of comity. I've always dodged a fight.
- Mrs. Poker Jenny Schermerhorn: Comity, sure. You're the most politest shootist who ever blew a man's brain out.
- Wild Bill Hickok: In the first place, the Great Spirit did not give you these hills. You took this land by force. You took it from the Cheyenne, the Shoshoni, and the Arapaho. You took it with the lance and tomahawk. Now the white man makes war on you. What's the difference?
- Crazy Horse: The whites have no honor. White man wants death, comes out of season.
- Wild Bill Hickok: That's a thing called progress.
- Crazy Horse: A thing called greed.
- [last lines]
- Wild Bill Hickok: Everything done?
- Crazy Horse: It is done. I cover the little one with the robe. She will be healed and well and whole in the other world.
- Wild Bill Hickok: Do you have the right to wear your own name again?
- [Crazy Horse nods]
- Wild Bill Hickok: And then I'll be saying good-bye, Crazy Horse.
- Crazy Horse: Hickok.
- Wild Bill Hickok: You heard One Eye call my name.
- Crazy Horse: Yes. You are Uhgata, the Shooter, the one who killed Whistler the Peacemaker.
- Wild Bill Hickok: That was another time. I was young and headstrong.
- Crazy Horse: It was a bad thing.
- Wild Bill Hickok: Can't be undone.
- Crazy Horse: I will tell no others. But, Long Hair, though you and I are brothers, we must never meet again. Hear me, my friend. These are my words. We must never cross paths in the tomorrow. For if we do, I will see only a white enemy. And you will see only an Indian. And we will both solve the great mystery. Ohinyan, Long Hair.
- Wild Bill Hickok: Ohinyan. Forever.
- Tim Brady (Bartender): I hope you don't think I had...
- Wild Bill Hickok: You peached.
- Tim Brady (Bartender): I swear by Sweet Jesus, I didn't.
- Wild Bill Hickok: [shoving Brady down] Swear yourself into Hell.
- Whistling Jack Kileen: This is your night, Hickok. But there's gonna be another time.
- Wild Bill Hickok: Don't let me see you again.
- Wild Bill Hickok: Brady will send the kid over with a couple of free bottles of Oh Be Joyful. When he gets there, he'll drop the world like a buffalo chip.
- Charlie Zane: I just heard the plop.
- Charlie Zane: So you went and got yourself some red religion, huh? Well, you can tell your blood brother to shove it up his ass. We're quits.
- Old Worm: Crazy Horse, my son, it is not fitting that the war chief of the Oglala weeps like a young woman. Therefore, I take away your true name. You shall be called Worm.
- Crazy Horse: Where does her body lie?
- Old Worm: At Enchanted Mesa, above the lake. We placed her far from the whites and safe from wolves. It is time you sought out the holy bull. The little one will be forever tortured in the other world until you wrap her in its white robe and cleanse her spirit of its pain.
- Wild Bill Hickok: By heaven! Charlie, this is the place. This is armageddon. This is the place in my nightmare. The place where I fought the white buffalo.
- Wild Bill Hickok: What are Crows doin' in Sioux territory?
- Charlie Zane: Probably heard about the white buff on the moccassin telegraph.
- Charlie Zane: Listen to that red nigger take on. Madder than a wet mouse. Don't scare worth a hiccup. No chance though. Fifteen to one.
- Wild Bill Hickok: Fifteen to three.
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