Cliff Robertson credited as playing...
Cole Younger
- Boy: Come on, Cole. Take off your shirt so we can see your bullet wounds.
- Cole Younger: Oh, hell, ain't no difference from any other man's bullet holes.
- Old-timer: Any damn fool can get himself shot full of holes.
- Cole Younger: It ain't hard gettin' shot. It's the gettin' back up.
- Jesse James: We'll make this smug Yankee town weep, or we'll blow it to kingdom come!
- Cole Younger: No, we ain't either, Jesse. Only a fool smokes up a town when it ain't necessary.
- Clell Miller: How far 'way is this place we're goin' to?
- Cole Younger: Couple hundred miles.
- Clell Miller: Damn! My assbone's gone to sleep already.
- [a train whistle blows in the distance]
- Cole Younger: Whoa. Clell, how'd you like to ride your assbone on an iron horse?
- [referring to his bullet wounds]
- Cole Younger: Fourteen times in fifteen years. Makes a fellow wonder if he choose the right line of work.
- [riding past a brothel, Cole sees two good-looking women in a window]
- Cole Younger: Hello, there, Cousin Maybelle. You look a treat.
- Maybelle: Where you goin'?
- Cole Younger: Well, I ain't got no plans that can't be altered.
- [Pinkerton detectives have seriously wounded Cole and Jesse and his gang ride off bent on revenge]
- Cole Younger: Where's Jesse? Where's Jesse?
- Jim Younger: The boys are ridin' again, Cole
- Cole Younger: We got an amnesty comin'! I told Jesse he's gonna have to settle with me if he started things up.
- Charley Pitts: Don't get up, Cole.
- Cole Younger: Got to, Charlie Pitts. Gotta keep gettin' up. 'Cause if you don't some son-of-a-bitch'll start shovelin' dirt on ya.