- [last lines]
- Frank Griffin: [drawing his gun] While I admire your ginger, sir, sometimes men *want* me to kill them, so they can die attached to some purpose. Is that what you want? You want me to kill you? Turn you into a bedtime story?
- Bill McNue: I'd prefer to kill you first.
- Frank Griffin: You won't kill me, friend.
- Bill McNue: Not today, I won't.
- Frank Griffin: Not ever. I've seen how it happens. Ain't gonna be the law that blows out my spark.
- Bill McNue: If you say so.
- Frank Griffin: I *know* so. And now you do, too.
- [holsters his gun]
- Frank Griffin: Good luck to you, sir...
- Truckee's Piute Grandmother: Show me tricks?
- Roy Goode: I don't know any tricks.
- Truckee's Piute Grandmother: I saw you shoot that snake.
- Roy Goode: That weren't no trick. I wasn't thinking then, I was just doing.
- [taking his gun back]
- Roy Goode: World don't need another gunfighter.
- Bill McNue: Is something wrong?
- Frank Griffin: I'm just wondering.
- Bill McNue: What about?
- Frank Griffin: What it was took the life out of your face. Was it just the weather like most men who live out this way? Or was it maybe things you've seen?
- Louise Hobbs: [about their first kiss] How was that?
- Whitey Winn: It was pretty much like I imagined it... Maybe better.
- Louise Hobbs: So you've been imagining it?
- Bill McNue: You just let Griffin ride into town?
- Local Sheriff: I did. And then I just let him ride on out. You take a shot at Frank Griffin and his men, you best kill 'em all. Something the poor folks at Creede learned, to their sad experience.
- Roy Goode: [dismounting] I think we head up onto that ridge and keep ourselves up-sun and downwind from whatever's hiding below. Or we can go that way...
- [they follow granny instead]
- Lucy Cole: [to young'uns] From that impressive burst of top-quality cussing, I thought for sure I'd be face to face with a pair of deviant lowlifes.
- Roy Goode: [at the dinner table] The woman shot a rimfire slug into the eye of a buck. Probably 100 yards out. That's something.
- Alice Fletcher: [translates to her in paiute]
- Truckee's Piute Grandmother: [answers in paiute]
- Roy Goode: What did she say?
- Alice Fletcher: She said she was aiming for the other eye.