- Wishbone: He's dead, all right. There's no mistaking that.
- Clay Forrester: Yeah, but from what, Wishbone?
- Wishbone: Now how do I know from what? I'm no magician.
- Jim Quince: Look over there, Wish.
- Clay Forrester: Don't take no magician to know what killed that.
- Wishbone: Anthrax. Well, that answers your question.
- Ulrich: You are a nation of tricksters, knaves, and thieves. But your wits are no match for a Prussian. If cattle are sick, which I do not believe, then my men are good German peasants and they will cure them.
- Jim Quince: There isn't any cure. They just drop dead. Sometimes even people.
- Gil Favor: Your cattle?
- Ulrich: This is my land and everything that is on it, everything that walks, grows, crawls or flies belongs to me. And that includes animals, birds, or human beings.
- Gil Favor: Are you thinking of counting us in?
- Ulrich: You are my guests. You will visit with me, and you will teach me of your country. And when I have learnt everything, then you will go.
- Siegfried: You have a right to hate me.
- Clay Forrester: Oh, I don't hate you, Siegfried. I save that for human beings.
- Clay Forrester: [the men watch Elsa, the housekeeper, take a large tray for the Count's lunch in the marquee tent] He does pretty good for himself, doesn't he?
- Wishbone: Well, he is a count, you know.
- Clay Forrester: Wonder what he's counting way out here in Texas
- Jim Quince: I vill ask the questions!
- Wishbone: As soon as he gets a taste of my cooking, he just liable to never let me go. It's a good thing we had this good old redeye along with us. Of course, it's not Cognac, but whiskey's just about the same thing.