Marshal Weathers: Can I help you?
Charlie Prince: I think maybe a coach headed for here got itself held up in the canyon about ten miles back...
Butterfield: God damn it.
Charlie Prince: ...by Mr. Ben Wade himself.
Marshal Weathers: How did you know it was Wade?
Butterfield: It's been him the last twenty-one times, Marshal.
Charlie Prince: I saw a Mexican sharpshooter and an Apache.
Marshal Weathers: God damn it. Jesus Christ.
Charlie Prince: And I've been told...
Kane: [interrupting him] Did you see The Hand of God?
Charlie Prince: What's that?
Kane: His pistol.
Butterfield: Why the hell didn't you do something?
Charlie Prince: They had a lot of weapons, mister... and they were shootin' bullets.