Angus MacGregor: Saddled and packed; five days provisions.
Marshal Jim Crown: Add this to it.
Angus MacGregor: Leg irons? For what? That lad's barely weaned.
Marshal Jim Crown: That lad's wanted in Silver City, New Mexico for boyish pranks like shooting people in the back.
[commenting on the horses Eva has provided]
Lobo: Couple of days ride and they'll be crow bait.
Eva: Couple of days and you'll be at the border. Take my advice, cross over. You stink of bounty!
Bill Baylor: Nobody hangs my brother.
Marshal Jim Crown: The sheriff over at Indian Wells, he ought to give me a hand; loan me a mount and an extra sidearm.
Jessica Cabot: Sheriff? Lawmen and jails cost money, which the good folk at Indian Wells don't believe in laying out. They make their own rules with their own guns and their own ropes.
Marshal Jim Crown: You make it sound like the Dark Continent. They got a telegraph office, don't they?
Jessica Cabot: They just started switchin' from candles to coal oil lamps.
[reading the sign on Jessie's freight wagon which says "Cabot & Company"]
Marshal Jim Crown: Are you Cabot or Company?
Jessica Cabot: I'm both. It was my father's - he left it to me in his will.
Marshal Jim Crown: There's a law against interferin' with a marshal and you're going to have a long time to think about what you could have done with that five thousand dollars.
Moon: No, no, you ain't gonna talk me outta nothin'!
Marshal Jim Crown: Oh, I don't want to - not anymore. Silver City is just where I want to go. The law there will be able to identify me. Now if you still got those handcuffs, why don't you use them?
Moon: You're bluffin'.
Jessica Cabot: Why don't you call him?