- Gil Favor: YOU-DID-WHAT!
- Rowdy Yates: Well, ah, I invited them to come along with us.
- Gil Favor: No, no, no. Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You, you went ahead, and you, you broke up a lynching.
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah, well, ah, Quince and Scarlet, they...
- Gil Favor: Yeah, yeah. Then you invited the prisoner to come along with us?
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah, well, just as far as Bridgers Ford.
- Gil Favor: Oh, just as far as Bridgers Ford? IT'S ONLY 40 MILES UP THE TRAIL!
- Rowdy Yates: Give or take a few miles.
- Gil Favor: And the raunchy herd's gonna have to tiptoe every rocky step of the way?
- Rowdy Yates: Well, look, ah. This was the only thing I could do to prevent them lynching that old...
- Gil Favor: Oh, no. What do you...
- Wishbone: [Wish hands him a cup] Boss, this will be good for your indigestion.
- Josh Green: It takes a real man to handle Towles Lightning.
- Toothless: Towles what?
- Josh Green: Lightning, liquid lightning. Liver busting, kidney sinking, bone burning fire forked right out of the sky. Special for Joshua Abraham Green.
- [He pats his stomach]
- Josh Green: And friend.
- Rowdy Yates: You take care of him? Seems like he's taking a pretty fair job of taking care of himself.
- Sara May Green: How, Mr Yates? By waving the mountain code instead of the Bible? Living by survival of the fittest? Instead of by the Commandments?
- Josh Green: A mountain like the old days. White water so thick with beaver you could pluck 'em out by the scruff of the neck. At rendezvous time you could trade your plumes for gold, for the trinkets, shiny beads, and the cloth, the colour of the rainbow, all for your woman. Rain Whispering on Leaves, that was your mother's name. A pretty name. Prettiest girl I've ever seen. Shoshones always was fine looking women. She was more than that. She was gentle and soft like the fawn that stepped out of the dark forest into the firelight. Proud day when I put my blanket around her and made her my squaw. Rain Whispering on Leaves. She was a good girl, a good wife, none better. Come down out of the snow, the winter. There you were in the lodge, waiting for me. Fire to thaw out my bones and a smile to warm this child's black heart.
- Toothless: Buffalo Horn! Why, you old cross-eyed bandit... Look at you! You're skinnier and uglier than ever! This old Kiowa bandit was the blood-thirstiest murderer I ever fought with. Of course, that was more than 30 years ago. We're friends now. Ain't we, you miserable, old, horse-stealing murderer! Ha, ha,ha, ha, ha!