William Blake: Do you still have my eyeglasses?
Nobody: No, I traded them. Do you have any tobacco?
William Blake: No, I traded it.
Nobody: For what?
William Blake: I'm not telling.
William Blake: Thief.
William Blake: I came here to talk about my job.
John Dickinson: The only job you're goin' to get is pushing up daisies from a pine box.
William Blake: If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is: infinite.
William Blake: I... smell... beans...
William Blake: What is your name?
Nobody: My name is Nobody.
William Blake: Excuse me?
Nobody: My name is Exaybachay. He Who Talks Loud, Saying Nothing.
William Blake: He who talks... I thought you said your name was Nobody.
Nobody: I preferred to be called Nobody.
Train Fireman: I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.
Train Fireman: Look... they are shooting buffalo, government says... it killed a million of 'em last year alone.
Train Fireman: That doesn't explain why you've come all the way out here... all the way out here to hell.
Cole Wilson: [seeing a dead marshal's head lying on a woodpile] Looks like a goddamn religious icon!
Trading Post missionary: God damn your soul to the fires of Hell!
William Blake: He already has.