Jonas Cord: A little poker suit you?
Nevada Smith: Well, not too much.
Jonas Cord: You know how to play cards, don't you?
Nevada Smith: No.
Jonas Cord: I guess I can teach you. Have a drink.
Nevada Smith: Well, I ...
Jonas Cord: You don't drink either?
Nevada Smith: No.
Jonas Cord: Where you're going, you best study up on it.

Jonas Cord: I sure can't tell you which way to go, but you want to catch 'em, you best go where the money is. If they got it, they're goin' to head for where they can spend it. If they ain't got it, they'll go where they can steal it.

Jonas Cord: It ain't that easy, kid. Findin' em's one thing. Killin' em's another.
Nevada Smith: I'll figure out ways.
Jonas Cord: Ah! Well, I've been sellin' guns and ammunition to men like that for 15 years, and they got more ways to cripple and kill a man than you ever dreamed about. They'll shoot you in the back. They'll ambush you. They'll cut your throat while you're layin' asleep. All you got on your side is some blind Indian revenge.
Nevada Smith: I'm half-white.
Jonas Cord: And you're all-helpless!

Warden of work camp: Two years hard labor! That's the only kind we got here.

Tom Fitch: The kid's creepy. He ain't human! He doesn't kill people; he executes them. Yeah, he executes them!

Outlaw: We shoot to kill?
Tom Fitch: Is there any other way?