Deputy: Hell, he ain't no bigger than I am.
Kit: You're gonna give me a cauliflower ear, Sheriff.
Deputy: He should've thought about that before he got caught. Shouldn't he?

Holly: Listen, maybe we ought to tell somebody about this.
Kit: You said that once already. Too late now.
Holly: Why?
Kit: They're not gonna listen to me. You either. Are you kidding?
Holly: Suppose the neighbors heard the noise?
Kit: Wouldn't be funny. Listen, uh, I'll be back after a while. Oh, uh, you want to call the police, that's fine. Just won't be so hot for me.

Kit: Hi.
Holly: Well, stop the world.
Kit: Hey, I quit my job.
Holly: Great.
Kit: It seemed like the right move...Well, I'm gonna work as a cowboy now... or thinking about it. It's a routine, like anything. What do you think?
Holly: I don't know.

Deputy: You like people?
Kit: They're OK.
Deputy: Then why'd you do it?
Kit: I don't know. I always wanted to be a criminal, I guess. Just not this big a one. Takes all kinds, though.
Deputy: [to Sheriff] You know who that sombitch looks like? You know, don't you?
Sheriff: No.
Deputy: I'll kiss your ass if he don't look like James Dean.

[on a recording] Listen to your parents and teachers. They got a line on most things, so don't treat 'em like enemies. There's always an outside chance you can learn something. Try to keep an open mind. Try to understand the viewpoints of others. Consider the minority opinion, but try to get along with the majority of opinion once it's accepted. Of course, Holly and I have had fun, even if it has been rushed, and uh, so far, we're doing fine, hadn't got caught. Excuse the grammar.

[on a recording] My girl Holly and I have decided to kill ourselves, same way I did her Dad. Big decision, huh? Uh, the reasons are obvious, and I don't have time to go into them right now. But uh, one thing, though. He was provoking me when I popped him. That's what it was like, a Pop! We're sorry, I mean, uhm, nobody's coming out of this thing happy, especially not us. I can't deny we've had fun, though. I mean, uhm, that's more than I can say for some. That's the end of the message. I run out of things to say. Thank you.

Kit: You tired?
Holly: Yeah.
Kit: Yeah, you look tired... Listen, honey. when all this is over, I'm going to sit down and buy you a big, thick steak.
Holly: I don't want a steak.
Kit: Well, we'll see about that.

Voice: Hey, Kit, who's your favorite singer?
Kit: Eddie Fisher. Who's yours?
Voice: Eddie Fisher.
Kit: Damn...
Voice: How old are you?
Kit: Don't you read the papers?
Voice: You ever been married?
Kit: No sir, I hadn't.
Voice: You afraid of death?
Kit: I hadn't thought about it much.

Holly: [about Cato, after Kit shoots him] How is he?
Kit: I got him in the stomach.
Holly: Is he upset?
Kit: He didn't say nothing to me about it.

Kit: [after suggesting they crunch their hands with a rock] That way, we'd never forget what happened today.
Holly: But it would hurt.
Kit: Well, that's the point, stupid.
Holly: Don't call me stupid.
Kit: OK, but I'm gonna keep it for a souvenir - or maybe one that's lighter.

Kit: You know Holly, well, she means an awful lot to me, sir...Look, I got a lot of respect for her, too, sir. That's about as good a one as I know to tell ya.
Mr. Sargis: Well, it's not good enough...I don't want you to hang around any more. I don't want to see you again. Do you understand? You're something.

Kit: Just thought I'd come over and say hello to ya. I'll try anything once....Listen, Holly, you, uh, I don't know, want to take a walk with me?
Holly: What for?
Kit: Aw, I got some stuff to say. Guess I'm kind of lucky that way. Most people don't have anything on their minds, do they? Oh, incidentally, my last name is Carruthers. Sounds a little too much like 'druthers,' huh?
Holly: It's OK.
Kit: Ah, well, nobody asked me what I thought. They just hung it on me.
Holly: You still in school?
Kit: Nah, I have a job.
Holly: Doin' what?
Kit: Well, I don't mind getting up early, so I got a job throwing garbage. I'm not in love with the stuff, OK?
Holly: I know what my daddy's gonna say...well, that I shouldn't be seen with anybody that collects garbage.

Little did I realize that what began in the alleys and backways of this quiet town would end in the Badlands of Montana.

Kit: [about the Trooper's hat] Boy, I'd like to buy me one of them.
Trooper: You're quite an individual, Kit.
Kit: Think they'll take that into consideration?

Clerk: Why did you leave?
Kit: I just felt like it.
Clerk: What kind of work do you think you'd be qualified for? I just gotta get this.
Kit: I can't think of anything at the moment. I want you to write me out a slip, though, proving I came down here.