Toby Howard: I've been poor my whole life, like a disease passing from generation to generation. But not my boys, not anymore.

Toby Howard: You got a gun on you, old man?

Old Man: You're damn right I got a gun on me. Y'all going to steal my gun too?

Toby Howard: We ain't stealing from you. We're stealing from the bank.

Tanner Howard: Boy, You'd think there were ten of me.

Bear: I am a Comanche. Do you know what it means? It means 'Enemy to everyone'.

Tanner Howard: Do you know what that makes me? A Comanche.

Alberto Parker: I'm starving.

Marcus Hamilton: I doubt they serve pemmican.

Alberto Parker: You know I'm part Mexican, too.

Marcus Hamilton: Yeah, well, I'm gonna get to that when I'm through with the Indian insults, but it's gonna be a while.

Bank Manager: You rangers are an odd bunch.

Alberto Parker: No, just him.

Tanner Howard: Lord of the plains... that's me.

Tanner Howard: Are you trying to make me mad? I said Dr. Pepper, this is Mr. Pibb.

Toby Howard: That's all they had.

Tanner Howard: Only assholes drink Mr. Pibb.

Toby Howard: Drink up.

Old Man: You fellas robbin' the bank?

Tanner Howard: What's it look like, old man?

Old Man: But you ain't Mexicans.

Marcus Hamilton: [Referring to a TV evangelist] He wouldn't know God if he crawled up his pant leg and bit him on the pecker.

Marcus Hamilton: Oh, who knows. Maybe one of these bank robbers is gonna want a gunfight and I can dodge my retirement in a blaze of glory.

Alberto Parker: Well, I've seen you shoot. There won't be much glory in it.

Marcus Hamilton: This is what they call white man's intuition.

Alberto Parker: Sometimes a blind pig finds a truffle.

Tanner Howard: Maybe we should hit another branch.

Toby Howard: You know, you talk like we ain't gonna get away with this.

Tanner Howard: I never met nobody get away with anything... ever, you?

Toby Howard: then why on the hell did you agree to do it?

Tanner Howard: because you asked, little brother.

Alberto Parker: Do you want to live here? Got an old hardware store that charges twice what Home Depot does, one restaurant with a rattlesnake for a waitress. I mean, how's someone supposed to make a living here?

Marcus Hamilton: People have made a living here for 150 years.

Alberto Parker: Well people lived in caves for 150k years, they don't do it no more.

Marcus Hamilton: Ahhhh well maybe your people did.

Alberto Parker: You're people did too. A long time ago your ancestors was the indians until someone came along and killed them. Broke em down made you into one of them. 150 years ago all this was my ancestors land. Everything you could see, everything you saw yesterday. Until the grandparents of these folks took it. Now it's been taken from them. Cept it ain't no army doin' it, it's those sons of bitches right there. points at Texas Midland Bank.

[last lines]

Toby Howard: Hey. I rent a little house in town. If you wanna stop by and finish this conversation, you're welcome anytime.

Marcus Hamilton: Oh, I'd like that. I'll be seeing you.

Toby Howard: Yeah. Soon I hope. I'm ready to be done with this.

Marcus Hamilton: You'll never be done with it no matter what. It's gonna haunt you, son, for the rest of your days. But you won't be alone. It's gonna haunt me too.

Toby Howard: If you stop by, maybe I'll give you peace.

Marcus Hamilton: Maybe. Maybe I'll give it to you.

Tanner Howard: You know I love you, don't you?

Toby Howard: I love you too.

Tanner Howard: Hey Toby, go fuck yourself.

Toby Howard: Go fuck yourself.

[they cheerfully laugh]

Marcus Hamilton: I know their faces was covered, but could you tell their race? Black, white?

Elsie: Their skin or their souls?

Toby Howard: Slow down.

Tanner Howard: I ain't speeding.

Toby Howard: How the fuck have you managed to stay out of prison for a year?

Tanner Howard: It's been difficult.

Toby Howard: [looking at the bank in Post] It's too big.

Tanner Howard: That's what she said.

Toby Howard: It's no good.

Tanner Howard: This ain't the first rodeo.

Toby Howard: Big bank.

Tanner Howard: More money.

Marcus Hamilton: Care to give it a watch while I wander over to that burger joint?

Alberto Parker: Would you order me something while you're there? I'm starving.

Marcus Hamilton: I doubt they serve pemmican.

Alberto Parker: You know I'm part Mexican, too.

Marcus Hamilton: Yeah, well, I'm gonna get to that when I'm through with the Indian insults, but it's gonna be a while.

[repeated line]

T-Bone Waitress: What you don't want?

Tanner Howard: Suck my D. Eat my A.

Tanner Howard: Why is it always the sweet ones that are such devils when you get them revved up?

Toby Howard: Wouldn't know, never had a sweet one.

Tanner Howard: Yeah you like them pissed off, lookin' for someone to blame

Toby Howard: Sure seems that way.

Marcus Hamilton: God, I love West Texas.

Tanner Howard: Fuck you, old man!

Marcus Hamilton: [Rangers encounter cowboys driving cattle across the road before a brush fire] Hey! What you all doing? You burning this field?

Cowboy: Why in the shit would we do that? This kicked up on the highway, been chasing us ever since.

Marcus Hamilton: Wish we could do somethin' for ya.

Cowboy: Ought to let it just turn me to ashes, put me out of my misery. *Cut that fence!* 21st century, I'm racing a fire to the river with a herd of cattle. And I wonder why my kids won't do this shit for a living.

Toby Howard: I need you sober.

Tanner Howard: Who the hell gets drunk off a beer?

Marcus Hamilton: Howdy ma'am. How are you doing today?

T-Bone Waitress: Hot . And I don't mean the good kind. So, what don't you want?

Marcus Hamilton: Pardon?

T-Bone Waitress: What don't you want?

Marcus Hamilton: Oh, well, uh. I think I'll just, uh...

T-Bone Waitress: You know. I've been working here for 44 years. Ain't nobody ever ordered nothing but T-Bone steak and a baked potato. Except this one asshole from New York tried to order trout back in 1987. We don't sell no goddamned trout. T-bone steaks. So either you don't want the corn on the cob, or you don't want the green beans. So what don't you want?

Marcus Hamilton: I don't want green beans.

Alberto Parker: I don't want green beans either.

T-Bone Waitress: Steaks cooked medium rare.

Alberto Parker: Can I get my steak cooked just a...

T-Bone Waitress: That weren't no question.

Alberto Parker: All right.

T-Bone Waitress: Iced tea for you boys.

Alberto Parker: Iced tea'd be great.

Marcus Hamilton: Iced tea, yep. Thank you ma'am.

T-Bone Waitress: Uh-huh.

Marcus Hamilton: Well I'll tell you one thing. Nobody's gonna rob this son of bitch.

Alberto Parker: My word.

Archer City Deputy: Tweakers, maybe?

Alberto Parker: Maybe.

Marcus Hamilton: A little early in the morning for tweakers.

Alberto Parker: Tweakers don't sleep. They just tweak.