[a hired killer force Simon to drive along a cliff road]
Marshal Simon Fry: Still and all, if I was going to my doom, I felt onery enough to want company.
Fran McCord: Well, what were you two so serious about?
Clay McCord: Simon's dead.
Fran McCord: I've almost got it in me to be glad knowing he won't be around temptin' you to be wearing that deputy's badge, knowin' for sure they won't be bringing you back some day full of bullets like they Dad...
[Fran starts to cry]
Fran McCord: Clay, it's going to be black and empty knowing he'll never walk into the store.
Clay McCord: What kind of cheap stunt have you pulled this time?
Marshal Simon Fry: Cheap is right! Don't get in the habit of penny-pinchin'. I was a might riled at that shabby hearse, that cheap pine coffin you got me.
Clay McCord: So help me, Simon Fry, this is the last filthy trick you ever play on me!
Marshal Simon Fry: I'm not playin' it on you, Clay. I'm playin' it on the fellow that tried to get me out of the way.
Clay McCord: Well, if there is such a fellow he'd better stay out of my way...
Marshal Simon Fry: Thanks, Clay.
Clay McCord: ...Because I'd like to kill him for bungling the job!
Clay McCord: You know where this Carter is now?
Marshal Simon Fry: No, he was hiding up the line somewhere. He was going to lead me to him. I hate to see him end up a failure.
Marshal Simon Fry: I'm lookin' for Jake Carter.
Vic Rufus: He ain't here. He lit out.
Marshal Simon Fry: You ain't got the best reputation for honesty, Rufus.
Marshal Simon Fry: I know I'm legally dead, Jake, but I guess legal ain't always final.