Grant Mowery: This town is plain dead. I mean dead! Curled up with it's feet in the air. Anybody want to help me bring it back to life again?
Grant Mowery: You know what this bottle does for me? This part kills dryness; this opens my eyes; this pleasures me and this... this makes me pure mean.
[Mowery has been shot by Marshal Scott]
Grant Mowery: Hole in my belly or not, I'm still holding my whiskey.
Marshal Gib Scott: This survivorship clause... does that mean winner take all?
Clay Culhane: That was one clause he was very explicit about making sure it was in.
Marshal Gib Scott: Coley Dakins and Pit Thatcher are the other heirs...
Marshal Gib Scott: Why would Mallory name me in his will?
Clay Culhane: That's got me, too, Scott.
Marshal Gib Scott: You shoot a man and he pays you off. Doesn't make sense.
Clay Culhane: Not unless Dakins and Thatcher figure three is a crowd. They might like it better with a two-way split.
Marshal Gib Scott: I see what you mean.
Clay Culhane: Just could by Mowery's way of payin' them to kill you.
Marshal Gib Scott: I'm goin' through my wanted files. Could be that's where I've seen Malloy's face before.
Clay Culhane: Well now, while you're at it, don't overlook Dakins and Thatcher. The price on their heads might take the one off yours.
Clay Culhane: How much land goes with the place?
Herman Morgan: One hundred twenty acres - all planted with snakes and gophers... and plenty of water - two miles straight down.
Clay Culhane: Two fellows just rode in.
Marshal Gib Scott: I saw them from the window. You think they're the ones?
Clay Culhane: Well, you might ask if they've come to kill ya.
Marshal Gib Scott: What if they say "no".
Clay Culhane: Well, that's one way to start a conversation.
Marshal Gib Scott: They look like they're sizin' me for a pine box. How do you size them, Culhane?
Clay Culhane: Warm, friendly, smiling men. If you were dyin' of thirst they'd give you all the salt water you could drink.