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: 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: Well... I guess I'll see you around, huh?
Jack: Right.

Ennis: We can get together... once in a while, way the hell out in the middle of nowhere, but...
Jack: Once in a while? Every four fuckin' years?
Ennis: If you can't fix it, Jack, you gotta stand it.
Jack: For how long?
Ennis: For as long as we can ride it. There ain't no reins on this one.

Alma Jr: Daddy, tell about when you rode broncs in the rodeo.
Ennis: Short story honey. Only 'bout three seconds I was on that bronc. Next thing I knew, I was flyin' through the air... only I wasn't no angel like you and Jenny here; didn't have no wings. And that's the story of my saddle bronc career.

Jack: Anything interesting up there in heaven?
Ennis: I was just sending up a prayer of thanks.
Jack: For what?
Ennis: For you forgettin' to bring that harmonica. I'm enjoyin' the peace and quiet.

Ennis: You ever get the feelin'... I don't know, er... when you're in town and someone looks at you all suspicious, like he knows? And then you go out on the pavement and everyone looks like they know too?
Jack: Well... maybe you oughta get out of there, you know? Find yourself someplace different. Maybe Texas.
Ennis: *sarcastically* Texas? Sure, maybe you can convince Alma to let you and Lureen to adopt the girls. And we can just live together herding sheep. And it'll rain money from LD Newsome and whiskey'll flow in the streams - Jack, that's real smart.
Jack: Go to hell, Ennis. If you wanna live your miserable fuckin' life, then go right ahead.
Ennis: Fine.
Jack: I was just thinkin' out loud.
Ennis: Yep, you're a real thinker there. Goddamn. Jack fuckin' Twist; got it all figured out, ain't ya?

Ennis: I'm gonna tell you this one time, Jack fuckin' Twist, an' I ain't foolin'. What I don't know - all them things I don't know - could get you killed if I come to know them. I mean it.
Jack: Yeah well try this one, and I'll say it just once!
Ennis: Go ahead!
Jack: 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: Well, why don't you? Why don't you just let me be? It's because of you that I'm like this! I ain't got nothing... I ain't nowhere... Get the fuck off me! I can't stand being like this no more, Jack.

Alma: Don't try and fool me no more, Ennis; I know what it means! Jack Twist. Jack Nasty! You didn't go up there to fish!

Cassie Cartwright: *on the verge of tears* I don't get you, Ennis del Mar.
Ennis: I'm sorry. Was probably no fun anyway, was I?
Cassie Cartwright: *crying* Ennis, girls don't fall in love with fun!

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...

Jack: Ever notice how a woman'll powder her nose before a party starts, and the powder it again when the party's over? Why powder your nose just to go home to bed?
Randall: Don't know. Even if I wanted to know, couldn't get a word in with Lashawn long enough to ask. Woman talks a blue streak.

Ennis: I tell ya there... there were these two old guys ranched up together, down home. Earl and Rich. And they was the joke of town, even though they were pretty tough ol' birds. Anyway they... they found Earl dead in an irrigation ditch. Took a tire iron to 'im. Spurred him up, drug him 'round by his dick 'till it pulled off.
Jack: You seen this?
Ennis: I wasn't... nine years old. My daddy, he made sure me and brother seen it. Hell for all I know, he done the job.

Alma: As far behind as we are on the bills, it makes me nervous not to use any sort of protection.
Ennis: If you don't want no more o' my kids, I'll be happy to just leave you alone.
Alma: I'd have 'em if you'd support 'em.