- Sam Jefferson: [Rowdy is rousing from sleep] Hey, take it easy there. No sudden moves. You take great mind of your skull, like a beautiful young girl. Don't rile her up. Treat her gentle. She'll love you for it.
- Rowdy Yates: Mmp. I think my head's feeling like it's sewn right side up now.
- Bartender: Was it really Sam Jefferson?
- John Tasker: Yes, I identified him. It's Sam Jefferson all right. With a rifle bullet. In his back.
- Bartender: In his back?
- John Tasker: Dead centre of the shoulder blades.
- Rowdy Yates: [Lick County Jail] Sheriff, you got a minute.
- Sheriff McKay: No, I haven't got a minute. I got forms to fill out, letters to write, rounds to make. But that's my own private failing.
- Rowdy Yates: Look, this is important.
- Sheriff McKay: I got all the work cut out for me that I can handle. Now if you want some help, why don't you ride over to Haseville and get the Federal Marshal to help.
- Wishbone: What's the matter with folks in this town? Ain't they never seen a bearded gentleman before?
- Rowdy Yates: I'm not gonna give you one cent.
- Sheriff McKay: That's remarkable 'cos I wouldn't give one cent for your chances if you try to go it alone.
- Wishbone: I told Mr Favor. I said, Mr Favor, if you're going to send somebody in to check cattle prices, don't send Rowdy Yates. That's what I told him. If there's a cinder of trouble in the sky, it'll find its way into your eye.
- Ruth Tasker: I'm no fool. My father has filled this house with books on legal matters. I know all about the due process of law. And you simply cannot thrust your way into somebody's house and try and frighten them into saying what you want them to say.
- Rowdy Yates: Well, you invited me in.
- Rowdy Yates: Well, get moving, will ya. I'm tired of standing here listening to your gabbing, and looking at your funny face. Now, get going.
- Wishbone: Well, all right then. You can get yourself out of this mess.
- Rowdy Yates: I will.
- Rowdy Yates: [Roady sniffs with the utter pleasure of anticipation on his face] Ah, stew smells great as usual.
- Wishbone: Ahh, thank you.
- [Wish takes a deliberate sniff]
- Wishbone: THAT'S SCORCHED HIDE!
- Sheriff McKay: Don't look like I'm ever gonna get rich, not at this job. But that's my own private failing.
- John Tasker: You lied!
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah, I guess I did. But then I never claimed to have any of those gentlemanly virtues.