A gambler and a prostitute become business partners in a remote Old West mining town, and their enterprise thrives until a large corporation arrives on the scene.

[first lines]
John McCabe: [muttering to himself] I told you... Think I'm stupid?... S'exactly what I said. Six, six of 'em...
Constance Miller: Look, Mr. McCabe, I'm a whore!
Butler: That man never killed anyone in his life.
John McCabe: All you've cost me so far is money and pain...
John McCabe: Pain, pain, pain...
John McCabe: If a frog had wings, he wouldn't bump his ass so much, follow me?
John McCabe: You boys gotta make up your minds if you want to get your cookies. Cause if you want to get your cookies, I've got girls up here that'll do more tricks than a goddamn monkey on a hundred yards of grapevine.
John McCabe: I got poetry in me!
John McCabe: If a man is fool enough to get into business with a woman, she ain't going to think much of him.
John McCabe: Well, you'll have to forgive me, my kitchen ain't in operation yet, but I could take you up to the restaurant up there if you're hungry enough.
Constance Miller: I'm hungry enough I could eat a bloody horse.
John McCabe: Well, at Sheehan's place you probably will.
Constance Miller: Ah, the frontier wit, I see.
Constance Miller: They get paid for killin', nothin' else.
John McCabe: Hey pard, you know how to square a circle? Shove a four-by-four up a mule's ass.
John McCabe: I feel sorry for 'em, I do!
Constance Miller: It's not so bad. You might even like it! You did just fine with Bart.
Ida: But with him I had to. It was my duty.
John McCabe: You ain't shittin' me, is you?