Christopher George credited as playing...
Nelse McLeod
- Bart Jason: [Thornton is trying to distract McLeod outside of Jason's saloon] Didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Thornton.
- Cole: Hello, McLeod.
- Bart Jason: I said...
- Nelse McLeod: My show, Jason. Hi, Thornton.
- Cole: There's a little question... unanswered between us.
- Nelse McLeod: Which one of us is best?
- Cole: That's right.
- Nelse McLeod: I don't think we're gonna find out the answer to that question.
- Cole: No?
- Nelse McLeod: No. Your gun hand's no good.
- Cole: You just give me time to get down off of this wagon and we'll find out.
- Nelse McLeod: Why should I give you any time?
- Cole: Call it professional courtesy.
- Bart Jason: Don't listen to him. Why should you give him time?
- Nelse McLeod: Curiosity, Jason.
- Cole: [Bull blows his bugle, and when McLeod turns around, Thornton dives off the wagon and mortally wounds McLeod with a hidden gun] McLeod?
- Nelse McLeod: You didn't give me any chance at all, did you?
- Cole: No, I didn't. You're too good to give a chance to.
- Nelse McLeod: Yeah. I let a one-armed man take me.
- Milt: You've got a lot of faith in me, don't ya, Nelse?
- Nelse McLeod: Faith can move mountains, Milt, but it can't beat a faster draw. There's only three men I know with his kind of speed. One's dead. The other's me. And the third is Cole Thornton.
- Cole: There's a fourth.
- Nelse McLeod: Which one are you?
- Cole: I'm Thornton.
- [Milt withdraws]
- Nelse McLeod: Aren't you glad you didn't try, Milt? Pick up your guns, both of you, real easy.
- Cole: Like he said, real easy.
- Nelse McLeod: [referring to Harrah] Understand he used to be pretty good with a gun.
- Cole: Not just *pretty* good, McLeod. He's the...
- Nelse McLeod: The fourth man you were telling me about.
- Nelse McLeod: Can you use a gun?
- Mississippi: Well, if I could I'd be using one. Good evening.
- Cole: Just minute, Mississippi.
- Mississippi: Would you mind telling me why you have such a great passion for my company?
- Bart Jason: You just going to sit there, Mcleod?
- Nelse McLeod: [Facing down Mississippi's sawed-off shotgun] ... Well there really isn't very much I can do right now, is there, Jason?