[Cole Wilson, Conway Twill and Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett are sitting at John Dickinson's desk] Conway Twill: Hey Wilson, got any extra tobacco? [Cole looks at him and says nothing] Conway Twill: Uh. Of course, you wouldn't have any 'extra' tobacco. Ho...
Trading Post missionary: God damn your soul to the fires of Hell! William Blake: He already has.
Conway Twill: I'll tell you one thing: if that there Blake fella keeps on shootin' marshals, I might end up liking the bastard!
[Pickett is going to drink from a pool, turning his back on Wilson in the process] Cole Wilson: Don't do that. Johnny 'The Kid' Pickett: Why not? Cole Wilson: It's bad for your health...
William Blake: I came here to talk about my job. John Dickinson: The only job you're goin' to get is pushing up daisies from a pine box.
