Boss Spearman: I aim to kill Baxter and those that done this, and if that marshal gets in the way, I'm gonna kill him too. So you best get your mind right about what's got to be done, Charlie. Charley Waite: I got no problem with killing, Boss. Never...
Boss Spearman: It's a pretty day for making things right. Charley Waite: Well, enjoy it, 'cause once it starts, it's gonna be messy like nothing you ever seen.
Sue Barlow: You're a disgrace, Marshal Poole. You always have been. Sheriff Poole: I know it. That's just the way it is.
Charley Waite: [burying Mose and Tig] Be right to say some words. Boss Spearman: You want to speak with the man upstairs, go on and do it. I'll stand right here and listen, hat in hand, but I ain't talking to that son or a bitch. And I'll be holding ...
Boss Spearman: [cocks shotgun] One twitch, and you in hell.
Boss Spearman: I believe you have a friend of ours in your jail. His name's Mose Harrison. Sheriff Poole: Yeah, I got him here. He started a fight in the general store. Boss Spearman: Mose don't start fights. He just finishes them.
Doc Barlow: I'd say 'to good health,' gentlemen, but then I'd probably be out of business, wouldn't I? Boss Spearman: We'll drink to good health for them that have it coming.
Mack: Shame what this town's come to. Charley Waite: You could do something about it. Mack: What? We're freighters. Ralph here's a shopkeeper. Charley Waite: You're men, ain't you? Mack: I didn't raise my boys just to see 'em killed. Charley Waite: W...
Boss Spearman: Well, if I'm gonna get killed, I got a hankerin' to soothe my sweet tooth.
Boss Spearman: The name Butler mean anything to you? Charley Waite: You hear names when you're on the other side of things. Boss Spearman: He as fast as they say? Charley Waite: He's a killer. Boss Spearman: You know him if you saw him? Charley Waite...
Ralph: This is dark chocolate. It comes all the way from Switzerland, Europe. That's near France, see. They call it 'bitter sweet.' Melts in your mouth. Boss Spearman: You tried it? Ralph: No. Boss Spearman: How do you know it melts in your mouth? Ra...
[first lines] Boss Spearman: [indicating a thunderstorm] Think she'll get over this-a-way? Charley Waite: Might. Boss Spearman: Best bed 'em down.
[last lines] Charley Waite: Let's go get our cows.
Boss Spearman: We'll drink to good health for them that have it comin'.
Charley Waite: I got no problem with killin', Boss. Never have!
Charley Waite: You're me, ain't yuh?
Charley Waite: I'm tryin' to put some bad times behind me, but sometimes they don't stay put.
Charley: There's nuthin' in this town seen a surprise, except you.
