Peter Muncie: A wagon train come in headin' for California and I'm joinin' up with it.
Phoebe Titus: When?
Peter Muncie: Sundown.
Phoebe Titus: Well, sundown is a good time to leave. Indians don't hanker much for night fightin'.
Phoebe Titus: Mr. Oury, am I hearing you right? Are you talking about giving Arizona back to the Indians?
Grant Oury: That's one way of saying it, Phoebe.
Judge Bogardus: Like Oury says, it's better to leave what we built here than get our bones picked clean by buzzards.
Phoebe Titus: What did you ever build?
Phoebe Titus: Are you asking me to marry you?
Peter Muncie: Around about. Is there still something you don't like about me?
Phoebe Titus: No, it's not that. If there wasn't something I didn't like about a man, I couldn't stand the sight of him.
Judge Bogardus: Now, the prisoner at the bar, the charge against you is that you up and blowed the head plumb off of Gus Modesko. In consequence of which said shooting said Gus is deader than blazes. Are you guilty or not guilty?
Joe Briggs: Well, Judge, I don't reckon I could say not guilty when everybody seen me do it.
Judge Bogardus: Now what in tunket made you act like that, Joe?
Joe Briggs: Drinking. Just drinking.
Judge Bogardus: Well the verdict of this here tribunal is that Joe Briggs is fined five dollars for disturbing the peace. The court is hereby adjourned to Lazarus Ward's Bar where said fine will duly be disposed of.
Peter Muncie: I figure it sounds crazy to most people... going to California just to see it. But there's a gallivanted bug in my blood and that's the way I am.
Phoebe Titus: Now sometime before morning, I'm going to let off both barrels of this shotgun right at you. I don't know just what time it'll happen... whenever my finger gets to itching too much. But you can depend on it. You're gonna have a double hole blown clear through you. Maybe ten minutes, maybe two hours. All you have to do is sit comfortable until I think it's the right time.
Peter Muncie: Gosh almighty. I'm quittin' the Army to settle down with you and the first thing you do is send me off for a honeymoon with 500 cows.
Peter Muncie: Who said I was goin'?
Phoebe Titus: You'll go.
Peter Muncie: Yes, I'll go. Because a man in love with a woman don't have his right mind.
Phoebe Titus: Now, if I don't start seeing my money, I'm going to shoot.
Lazarus Ward: There will be no killin' in my place.
Phoebe Titus: Since when, since this morning? Alright, put that money on the table or get ready to feel lead.
Phoebe Titus: Ward, you've got an idea you run this town, so I'll set you right about one thing. I've got my livestock and a pie business to take care of. That don't leave me much time for chasin' thieves! Keep your men away from my place or I'll double-load this gun and blow a whole in you that they could drive a team of mules through.
Phoebe Titus: I need some needles and another sack of flour for those dull-darn pies.
Solomon Warner: Those dull-darn pies are makin' you a good livin'!
Phoebe Titus: There are better ways than that to get ahead. How much are your needles?
Solomon Warner: A quarter a piece.
Phoebe Titus: Twenty-five cents! Why, you ole Scotchman! What do you have to do? Find them in a haystack?
Peter Muncie: I don't like him.
Phoebe Titus: How do you know? You never met him before.
Peter Muncie: I've got a good nose.
Phoebe Titus: He happens to be something you'll never be - a gentleman.
Peter Muncie: He happens to be a sweet lookin' dude and a woman that would pay any heed to him ought to have her her head looked into!
Phoebe Titus: Oh, I see. In other words you think I'm just plumb crazy!
Phoebe Titus: I started this trouble for you, started by talking like a darned old woman.
Peter Muncie: Oh, straighten up. You're supposed to be the man around here.
Phoebe Titus: Not any more.