- Clee: I saw that little set-to on the street.
- Johnny Yuma: He's not much more than a yearling.
- Clee: So are some rattlesnakes. Poisons all the same though.
- Johnny Yuma: Can you tell me where the hotel is, boy?
- Virgil Moss: I ain't no boy.
- Johnny Yuma: Sure, but I wouldn't push it, or you're not gonna become a man either.
- Johnny Yuma: Do you know what a proboscis simia is?
- Joe Till: A what?
- Johnny Yuma: It's an animal that's always getting into things.
- Joe Till: What kind of animal?
- Johnny Yuma: A long-nosed monkey.
- [the saloon erupts into guffaws and laughter]
- Virgil Moss: Why don't you just pretend I got a big, long old, white beard?
- Johnny Yuma: At the rate you're going, you're never gonna have a chance to shave that pink fuzz off your face.
- Virgil Moss: You know something, I'm beginning to think that before you shoot me, you're gonna talk me to death, Yuma.
- Clee: [to Lick Stribling after he's read his letter] Signed by George Gordon Meade and Ulysses Simpson Grant. There's a cold hand for you, yankee.