Catlow: Now you keep those mules moving or we'll have those asses full of lead instead of gold.
Miller: Now, how good are you on a horse?
Catlow: As good as the next man.
Miller: You ain't heard the conditions. You ride this bronc with your hands tied behind your back... and your neck in that noose!
Catlow: You still got that warrant?
Cowan: Two. One for jumping arrest. You stirred up some kind of a hornet's nest back there. And that Miller, he's packing a lot of heat.
Catlow: Think I can't handle him?
Cowan: Well, if somebody shoots you, let's keep it in the family. I'm gonna bring you in before he carries you in.
Catlow: There's a derringer looking at you says you don't.
[Catlow has a gun underneath the table pointing at Cowan's belly]
[looks down at the table]
Catlow: I'd hate to shoot that badge off you just to prove it.
Cowan: Yeah, well, that's not where I wear it.
Catlow: [laughs loud] You know it would bust my heart to have to kill you.
Cowan: Yeah, well...
Catlow: Hey, why don't you ride with us. I need someone I can count on.
Cowan: Oh , Jed.
Catlow: The gold is just lying there!
Cowan: Jed, are you gonna tangle with law the rest of your life? You have brawled and drunk and catted your way through every state in the West! I have gotton you out of jail so many times! When are you gonna learn?
Catlow: Ben, it's maverick gold! It belongs to anyone who can round it up!
Cowan: It don't belong to you! You can't steal from a man just because you don't know his name!
Catlow: Oh, well, I never thought you would.
Cowan: [both take a drink] Um... You wouldn't be just shooting off your mouth about that gun under there?
Catlow: Make one wrong move, and that's not all I'll be shooting off.
Catlow: Ben, it's maverick gold. It belongs to anyone who can round it up.
Cowan: It don't belong to you. You can't steal from a man just because you don't know his name.
Cowan: Well, you see, all I own is a couple of guns and a tin star and, of course, a beautiful new horse and saddle.
Christina: Is that how you judge the worth of a man? By how much he owns?
Merridew: You trust that injun?
Catlow: Well, they trust you.
Merridew: In that desert, I wouldn't trust no one. Especially me!
Catlow: You know, for a smart boy like you, Rio, you're just plain dumb.