Case Thomas: What sort of horses are you looking for - quarter horses, cattle horses, riding horse...?
Cyrus Hampton: Riding - suitable for hunting.
Case Thomas: Hunting? There ain't no hunting around here, except for a few jackrabbits and coyotes. What do you think you're hunting?
Cyrus Hampton: Tiger.
Case Thomas: Tiger?
Cyrus Hampton: Bengal tiger.
Case Thomas: There ain't no such animal around these parts, mister.
[the roar of a tiger spooks a nearby horse]
Cyrus Hampton: There is now.
Cyrus Hampton: Isn't it strange, Bill. It takes a man so long to grow up; so soon to grow old.
Johnny Ringo: It's beautiful.
Laura Thomas: The tiger?
Johnny Ringo: No, the sky. Look at that moon, all those stars - millions of 'em pinned on the sky like diamonds on black velvet...
[Laura snuggles close to Johnny]
Johnny Ringo: ...What a night for hunting jackrabbits!
Laura Thomas: That's... all? Let's go home.
Johnny Ringo: What's the matter? It's early yet!
Laura Thomas: It's later than you think.
[Keating gives Johnny the skin of the dead tiger]
Johnny Ringo: Now what am I going to do with that?
Laura Thomas: I'll take it.
Johnny Ringo: What for?
Laura Thomas: For my hope chest.
Case Thomas: And the hunger became the hunted.
Johnny Ringo: Say, Case, I'd like to have that drink now.
[Karen mimics a cat clawing her prey]