Bick: When we got married, I bet you never figured I'd be worth $2000 - alive... alive or dead.
Sabetha: All right, mister, you found him, but you ain't goin' to take him. You manhunters make the rules - now you die by 'em!
Dave Blassingame: Lady, I ain't man-trackin'.
Sabetha: Whatcha got that dog for?
Dave Blassingame: That dog couldn't catch a cold.
Bick: I caught a couple of slugs in my appetite - and I ain't quite as sound as I used to be when we was bustin' broncs up in Montana.
[Sheriff Rigdon and his posse speak over the grave of a companion]
Rigdon: Max, you red-eyed, dog-legged thief, I'm glad you're dead.
Sliger: We'll miss him - he was such a losin' poker player.
Suzy: When it comes right down to it, Dave, Sabetha was right. I'm not what folks call "a nice girl." Wouldn't like it if I was. Bein' no good beats plowin'. It's warm and, um, you got company.
Suzy: When you grew up, didn't you want to amount to somethin'?
Dave Blassingame: Oh that, well, I've thought along those lines some and-and it appears I'm kind of a stranger to ambition.