- [the sound of Marshal Crown's pistol cocking behind him ends Screamer's drunken binge]
- The Screamer: Howdy, Marshal. Do you want to play?
- Marshal Jim Crown: The game's over, Screamer.
- The Screamer: Then you may as well shoot me and put me out of my misery.
- Marshal Jim Crown: I'm going to do worse than that. I'm going to improve your character.
- The Screamer: I can night track! I got eyes like a cat. I can track day or night, across slate or granite, moon or inside your hat. You better count me in!
- Marshal Jim Crown: You?
- The Screamer: Who else you got?
- MacGregor: Me!
- The Screamer: You couldn't track a cockroach through a puddle of beer.
- Marshal Jim Crown: [to Rocky, who is lying on his back in a jail cell, smoking a cigar] Well, I've got ya. And I'm gonna put your name on a pine box when the judge gets through with ya. Unless you tell me who bossed that bank job.
- Rocky: You'll get nothing from me.
- The Screamer: You'll get something from me, though, Crown.
- Marshal Jim Crown: [to Screamer] If you're lucky, maybe Rocky will read you a bedtime story.
- The Screamer: Now, Marshal, you ain't told me the charge, eh? What's the charge?
- Marshal Jim Crown: Stampedin' chickens on the Sabbath.
- Marshal Jim Crown: Mac, you make sure he has three square meals a day.
- MacGregor: Aye - beans for breakfast and beans for lunch... and then for supper we'll have some beans!
- [last lines]
- Marshal Jim Crown: Dulcey, I hate to tell you this...
- Dulcey Coopersmith: But it's the wrong time of year to plant rutabagas.
- Marshal Jim Crown: Mm-hmm.
- Dulcey Coopersmith: Well, you're wrong, Mr. Crown. Any man who give up ten thousand dollars to save a switch-tailed, ram-squaddled skunk has a very green thumb.
- [Dulcey treats MacGregor's bullet wound]
- MacGregor: Behind the bar, lass, there's a bottle of my private stock.
- Dulcey Coopersmith: Your private stock's not going to help this.
- MacGregor: It's me, the inner man, that needs help!
- [MacGregor spits out the liquor he tried to drink]
- MacGregor: What kind of scotch whiskey is this?
- Marshal Jim Crown: Tequila.
- Marshal Jim Crown: What's west of here?
- Bartender: Rattlesnakes, tarantulas, gila monsters - no game, no cattle, no people.
- Marshal Jim Crown: And beyond that?
- Bartender: And beyond that, nothing but waste. The old Indian gods go there to die.
- Marshal Jim Crown: One place to die is good as another.
- The Screamer: Screamer, you ain't never gonna amount to anythin' in this world...
- [shoots Coffin from behind, saving Crown]
- Marshal Jim Crown: [Inspects Rocky's body, then makes his way over to Screamer, who is sitting nervously in his cell] I bet you were asleep all the time.
- The Screamer: Yeah, it's what I was. I know I gone 'n dreamed, too.
- Marshal Jim Crown: Didn't see a thing?
- The Screamer: P-prettiest girls all dancin' round.
- Marshal Jim Crown: Recognised nobody?
- The Screamer: Yeah, one. Little filly used to twirl back in the harvest eve. Hair as wild as a mustang's tail.
- Marshal Jim Crown: What do you need all that money for, anyway? You been gettin' along all right?
- The Screamer: [dazed from his leg injury] Uh, none o' yer business.
- Marshal Jim Crown: I guess maybe you're right.
- [Screamer feels like he should tell Crown]
- The Screamer: I... I need that m... I want... I want... that mon...
- Marshal Jim Crown: A ranch?
- The Screamer: Huh? Nooo, not barbed wire...
- Marshal Jim Crown: A saddle shop?
- The Screamer: No-o-o... I wanna become respectable. I wanna buy a nice... little saloon... with big mirrors on the wall an' nice pictures. An'... shiny brass cuspidors and curtains.
- [He wistfully laughs a little to himself]
- The Screamer: I wanna stand by the door and... g'z out scores to my buddies when they come in, and... wear a striped silk shirt and... pearl gray derby... have a... gold watch, and... diamond stick pin in cufflinks... big red ruby ring for my... little finger...
- [Screamer faints]
- Marshal Jim Crown: And patent leather slippers.
- The Screamer: [to himself] You blockhead! You had $10,000 served up to you like a birthday cake and you shoot like a blind bedbug!
- [Crown tends to an injured MacGregor by a boulder near Coffin's hideout. Screamer rushes in]
- The Screamer: Hey, what are we hangin' round for? Let's get after 'im!
- Marshal Jim Crown: I told you to wait for my signal.
- The Screamer: I couldn't help myself. I had a clear shot at him.
- [Screamer notices Crown's expression, realizes his mistake and turns away, nervously]
- Marshal Jim Crown: At who?
- The Screamer: Well, how would I know? One of those owl-hooters.
- [pause]
- The Screamer: He spotted me. It was either me or him.