S. Quentin Quale: There's only one law in the west: the law of blood and bullets. It's either shoot or be shot. What are we gonna do?
Joseph Panello: Sue 'em.
S. Quentin Quale: I was going to thrash them within an inch of their lives, but I didn't have a tape measure.
S. Quentin Quale: You love your brother, don't you?
Joseph Panello: No, but I'm used to him.
S. Quentin Quale: Lulubelle, it's you! I didn't recognize you standing up.
S. Quentin Quale: Time wounds all heels.
Joseph Panello: My father-a shot the Indians in eighteen forty-two.
S. Quentin Quale: Oh, he should-a shot the stork-a, when the stork-a brought-a you.
Red Baxter: I don't like your faces.
S. Quentin Quale: I suppose you think we like 'em.
