She turned me into a newt!
Can’t you see it, Everett? Them sirens did this to Pete. They loved him up and turned him into a… horny toad!
-“BB”-
But the thingamabob that does the job is Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.
This is a Christian house, boy. No hippity-hop language in here.
Jesus Christ, that’s Jason Bourne…
I have not finished with Jason. Let us continue the game another day.
Shall we play a game?
Why must EVERYTHING be a CONTEST?
Why does everybody keep shooting at me?
-“BB”-
He should have armed himself if he’s gonna decorate his saloon with my friend.
Just like w**. Bring a knife to a gun fight.
If you hold a gun and I hold a gun, we can talk about the law. If you hold a knife and I hold a knife, we can talk about rules…
1, 2, 3, go!
Guns or knives, Butch! 
We’ve been up on that hill ten times, and they still don’t think we’re serious!
A man’s GOT to know his limitations.
If you have no talent then you have no limits, it’s all an act of will…
When you’re done playing your little ‘tie-up’ game, come on up to the house.
Home, home on the range / Where the critters are tied up in chains / I cut through their sides / and I rip off their hides / and the next day I do it again. Everybody! Home, home on the range…
Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married and ask me to do murder for money.