Marshal Simon Fry: Why all this hocus-pocus about a few army rifles?
Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: It weren't just a few army rifles. They were Gatling guns - the newest model! Why, you could spray bullets with 'em. They hire a thousand rounds a minute!
Deputy Clay McCord: How many were there?
Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: Only two.
Deputy Clay McCord: *Only* two? According to you, they'd give two men the fire power of a whole brigade!
Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: Clay, why Gatling guns? They're big; they're clumsy. I can't for the life of me figure out why anyone would steal one.
Deputy Clay McCord: Well, not to go duck huntin', that's for sure.
Stonewall Brown: Do you reckon they're hidin' in them there rocks?
Deputy Clay McCord: Probably.
Stonewall Brown: You should have asked me to get you eagles instead of men.
Bo Braddock: Con, wake up! They tracked us!
Con Hawkins: How many?
Bo Braddock: I can't tell - a dozen or more. Sergeant Tasker and that lawman from Silver City are leading them.
Con Hawkins: Well, a dozen, huh? Well, I guess a one-gun salute will be enough of a welcome.
[Colonel Belknap refuses to help Clay because of "regulations"]
Deputy Clay McCord: Murder and robbery are against regulation, too, Colonel, and it doesn't help that they're using stolen army equipment!
Colonel Belknap: Yes, yes. Your chief, Simon Fry, said as much when he was here.
Deputy Clay McCord: And you disagreed?
Colonel Belknap: I told him it was a matter for the civilian authorities.
Deputy Clay McCord: How'd he take it?
Colonel Belknap: Well, let's say he's a lawman, not a diplomat.
Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: Deception is one of the basic rules of battle tactics. You hit on a dandy scheme, Mr. McCord, and I'm one leader that ain't afraid to take a chance on something new.
[while Sarge and Clay and a dozen army men defended empty wagons from the Gatling gun gang, Simon drove a buillion filled cart to the railroad depot by himself]
Deputy Clay McCord: There's not much chance of you makin' a bad guess, Simon.
Marshal Simon Fry: Well, the reckon ain't one hundred percent. It's the bad guesses you remember when you're wheelin' a long on a grub wagon full of buillion with two days of travel ahead of ya. Maybe you're just as glad you are alone in case your schemin' went sour.