[about the reinactment of an Indian-cavalry battle in Wildcat Gallagher's Wild West Show]
Old Will: Marshal, that's the way it was when we got to Blue Clay Flats. Time we got there, those cussed Indians had scalped fourteen women that same day, but we got it back on 'em!
Marshal Jim Crown: I guess you just about seen everything, Will, from Mandan meetings to ring-tailed epizooties.
Wildcat Gallagher: Any notions for my show?
Marshal Jim Crown: One. Cancel it!
Wildcat Gallagher: Well now, is that a polite way of sayin' my show's no good?
Marshal Jim Crown: Too good.
Wildcat Gallagher: You confuse me, Marshal.
Marshal Jim Crown: You can dredge up the old days in St. Louis or Des Moines, but not here, not now. You're too close to the meat of the bone.
Marshal Jim Crown: Now go back to your farms. Live for yourself, not the dead!
Francis Wilde: Look at 'em! They all want to shake the hand of Wildcat Gallagher. They want to believe he's what they would have been.
Marshal Jim Crown: Who's gonna tell 'em it wasn't thataway? That Western man had fleas in his hair, grease on his shirtfront, calluses on his backside. They do a lot of talkin' today, but we didn't talk then - we didn't have anything to say. The only thing we thought about was where we were gonna find our next meal.
Francis Wilde: Times change.
Marshal Jim Crown: There was a last beaver, a last wolf, a last longhorn, a last buffalo. There was a last Indian.