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- Prentice Ritter: [narration] We're all travelers in this world. From the sweet grass to the packing house. Birth 'til death. We travel between the eternities.
- Prentice Ritter: We're all travelers in this world - from sweet grass to the packin' house - birth till death - we travel between the eternities.
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- Prentice Ritter: [narration] We're all travelers in this world. From the sweet grass to the packing house. Birth 'til death. We travel between the eternities.
- Prentice Ritter: This deal gets more interesting by the day, I tell you.
- Tom Harte: This deal's getting less profitable by the day.
- Prentice Ritter: Never use money to measure wealth, son.
- Big Rump Kate: It's stupid sack of shit who believes he can waltz into this country with a wagon full of women and thinks he ain't yn for trouble.
- Gilpin: You kiss your mama with that mouth?
- Big Rump Kate: You boys thinkin' of gettin' in the skin trade? Well, let me set you straight. The gold I mine from this burg I don't get from diggin'. There ain't a shot of whiskey, a hand of poker, or any fella that wants to dip his wick that I don't get a cut of.
- Tom Harte: We're just passing through.
- Big Rump Kate: Whattya take for your trouble?
- Gilpin: We came here to eat and have a bit of whiskey. That's it.
- Big Rump Kate: C'mon. mister, everything has a price.
- Tom Harte: Not everything.
- Marshall Bill Miller: That's a nice bunch a horses you got there. You got papers on em I suppose?
- Prentice Ritter: You got a badge I suppose?
- Marshall Bill Miller: Well, no need to get all puffed up...