- Rowdy Yates: [It's a sombre scene, all the men are silent, tired and weary, and stand graveside on a grey, cold day, as cheerless as the men] Guess your final words kinda hard to come by, ain't yah? Why don't you just say he was a good man who was driven to his grave? Might not even hurt to say a word for the man who drove him into it.
- Pan Macropolous: Oh, ah. Beautiful apple, you have there, sir.
- Bit Part: [General Store proprietor] You smell it one more time, you'll buy it.
- Proprietor: I thought I told you yesterday, we don't allow any vagabonds in here.
- [the Main Chance Saloon]
- Pan Macropolous: I'm not a vagabond, mister, I'm a Greek.
- Pan Macropolous: [to Rowdy about Mr Favor] Yessir, he sure reminds me of one of those ringmasters I used to have in the circus. Must feel good to be needed like he needs you.
- Pan Macropolous: He used to point his finger at me, see, and he'd say, with his finger, Pan, life is a wonderful gift, you should pay for it. You should give something for it. Give something of yourself to somebody else, or you're never going to count in life. That's what I wanna do. I wanna count.
- Lucey: [singing] Wish I was a red rosy bush on the banks of the sea. Every time my true lover passed, he'd pick offa me. Wish I lived in a lonesome hollow, where the sun don't never shine. If your heart belongs to another, it can't never be mine. If your heart belongs to another, it can't never be mine.
- Lucey: How could he have found me, Mr Yates? What I am, a nobody in a nothing world. I never was a singer. And every time I knew, I ran. I ran from one town to the next.
- Pan Macropolous: Where's you learn that tune?
- Rowdy Yates: This song?
- Pan Macropolous: Yeah, yeah, that was her song.
- Rowdy Yates: I don't know. I don't even know the words to the darn thing.
- Pan Macropolous: Well, if you'd heard her sing it, you would've remembered the words, I'll tell ya.
- Wishbone: I remember that. It was a Saturday night at the Purple Slipper in that town of, ah, ah.
- Jim Quince: No, no, Wishbone, it wasn't the Purple Slipper at all. It was that place called, well, that place where I got my nose broken. Joe, you remember the redhead, the one that hit me with the spittoon?
- Joe Scarlet: Yeah, we were all there on the Rio.
- Toothless: No, no, it was Porterville. And they had that blind piano player that kept playing that song over and over again, until somebody hit him.
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah, well, I remember that. You're in luck. Porterville is only about 15 miles from here.
- Pan Macropolous: 15 miles? Oh, well, maybe she's gone by now.
- Gil Favor: You know, the piano player probably know where she went.