- [first lines]
- Joseph Varga: Come on, folks, take your pick - stiff dress shirts, neckties, overalls, mouth organ, violin, screwdriver, toothbrush, shoe polish. What about salt?
- Joseph Varga: Can I interest you in something, mister?
- Wade Clinton: This junk? The only thing I might be interested in is the woman.
- Joseph Varga: She's my wife.
- Wade Clinton: It's all right, I won't hold that against her. She for sale?
- Wade Clinton: He was callin' me names. I was just teachin' him a lesson.
- Bill Longley: All right, teacher, school's closed.
- Mr. Webb: Come over to my place and rest a little.
- Joseph Varga: No thanks, we go.
- Mr. Webb: But why?
- Joseph Varga: Because they have guns and I have only feet.
- Wade Clinton: You the law, Texan?
- Bill Longley: When a man sees is friend murdered in cold blood, that makes him want to do something about it. I guess that's where laws come from.
- [Longley shoots one of the murderers and Varga identifies the other three perpetrators]
- Drake: Thank you, Mr. Longley.
- Bill Longley: Don't thank me; he saved your town.
- Joseph Varga: After all, it's my town, too.