Lureen Newsome:
Do you think I'm going too fast? Maybe I should put on the brakes?
Jack Twist:
Fast or slow, I like the direction you're going.


Ennis Del Mar:
I'm gonna tell you this one time, Jack fuckin' Twist, an' I ain't foolin'. What I don't know - all them things that I don't know - could get you killed if I come to know them. I ain't jokin'.
Jack Twist:
Yeah well try this one, and I'll say it just once!
Ennis Del Mar:
Go ahead!
Jack Twist:
Tell you what, we coulda had a good life together! Fuckin' real good life! Had us a place of our own. But you didn't want it, Ennis! So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain! Everything's built on that! That's all we got, boy, fuckin' all. So I hope you know that, even if you don't never know the rest! You count the damn few times we have been together in nearly twenty years and you measure the short fucking leash you keep me on - and then you ask me about Mexico and tell me you'll kill me for needing somethin' I don't hardly never get. You have no idea how bad it gets! I'm not you... I can't make it on a coupla high-altitude fucks once or twice a year! You are too much for me Ennis, you sonofawhoreson bitch! I wish I knew how to quit you.
Ennis Del Mar:
[crying] Well, why don't you? Why don't you just let me be? It's because of you Jack, that I'm like this! I'm nothin'... I'm nowhere... Get the fuck off me! I can't stand being like this no more, Jack.


John Twist:
Tell you what. We got us a family plot. He's goin' in it.


Jack Twist:
I wish I knew how to quit you.


[two drunken bikers sit down near Ennis, Alma, and their daughters at the fireworks show]
Biker #1:
Whoooeee! Look at this crowd. Bound to be a lot of pussy on the hoof in a crowd like this.
Biker #2:
All swelled up with patriotic feeling and ready to be humped like a frog.
Biker #1:
So where you figure the most pussy's at - Las Vegas or California?
Biker #2:
Hell, I don't know. But if you make it between Wyoming and Montana, I'd pick Wyoming in a minute.
Ennis Del Mar:
Hey, you might wanna keep it down. I got two little girls here.
Biker #1:
Fuck you! Asshole.
[to his friend]
Biker #1:
Probably quit givin' it to his wife after his kids was born. You know what that's like?
Alma Beers Del Mar:
Ennis, let's move. Let's just move, okay?
Ennis Del Mar:
[to bikers] Now, I don't want no trouble from you. You need to shut your slop-bucket mouths, you hear me?
Biker #2:
You oughta listen to your old lady, then.
Ennis Del Mar:
Is that right?
Biker #1:
Yeah. Move somewhere else.
[Ennis gets up and kicks the first biker hard in the face, then turns angrily on the second one]
Ennis Del Mar:
How about it? You wanna lose about half your fuckin' teeth? Huh?
Biker #2:
[backing off and leaving] Not tonight, bud. I'd sure rather not.


John Twist:
Jack used to say, "Ennis Del Mar," he used to say; "I'm gonna bring him up here one of these days, and we'll lick this damn ranch into shape. Had some half-baked notion the two of you was gonna move up here. Build a cabin, help run the place.
[pause]
John Twist:
Then this spring, he got another fella gonna come up here with him. Build a place, help run the ranch. Some ranch neighbor o' his down in Texas. Was gonna split up with his wife and come back here. But like most of Jack's ideas... never did come to pass.


Jack Twist:
You gonna do this again next summer?
Ennis Del Mar:
Well, maybe not. Like I said, Alma and me's gettin' married in November, so... I'll try and get something on a ranch, I guess. And you?
Jack Twist:
I might go up to my Daddy's place and give him a hand through the Winter. But, I might be back... if the army don't get me.
Ennis Del Mar:
[casually] Well... I guess I'll see you around, huh?
[long pause]
Jack Twist:
Right.


[first lines]
Joe Aguirre:
You pair of deuces lookin' for work, I suggest you get your scrawny asses in here pronto.


Jack Twist:
Brokeback got us good, don't it?


Farmer #1:
[noting Jack outside] Say... that the piss ant that used to ride the bulls?
Farmer #2:
Used to *try*.


Basque:
Thought you didn't eat soup.
Ennis Del Mar:
Yeah, well I'm sick of beans.
Basque:
Too early in summer to be sick of beans.


Lureen Newsome:
He always said he wanted his ashes scattered on Brokeback Mountain, but I wasn't sure where that was. I thought Brokeback Mountain might be around where he grew up. Knowing Jack, it was probably some pretend place, where bluebirds sing and there's a whiskey spring...