- Clay McCord: You wouldn't dare touch her!
- Jack Usher: Don't be foolish; we already have. I think you recognize this.
- [Usher hands Fran's locket to Clay]
- [a savage cough convulses Usher]
- Quincannon: Lungs.
- Jack Usher: That's what brought me to this miserable country, but I'm makin' it pay - and it's gonna pay me a lot more!
- [Clay tries to lure Simon to the fictious hideout of a outlaw gang, but forgets to bring his holster]
- Marshal Simon Fry: Them outlaws is gonna have guns. What are you gonna use - rocks?
- Clay McCord: I hope those outlaws are still in Salt Canyon.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Not very likely since they never camped there.
- Clay McCord: What do ya mean? Injun Charley...
- Marshal Simon Fry: Injun Charley never saw anybody in Salt Canyon and didn't tell you that he did.
- Clay McCord: Oh no, Simon...
- Marshal Simon Fry: When were you plannin' on slippin' away? As soon as I was asleep?
- Clay McCord: What did I do wrong?
- Marshal Simon Fry: Everything! You ain't much of a crook and your face wiggles when you lie.
- [discussing Quincannon, one of Usher's gang members]
- Marshal Simon Fry: I thought he was in Dodge City.
- Clay McCord: Is he fast?
- Marshal Simon Fry: He didn't fill 28 graves by accident.
- [Clay objects to Simon's plan to trap the outlaw gang that are holding Fran hostage]
- Clay McCord: No, Simon, they promised...
- Marshal Simon Fry: They promised? They promised? What do promises mean to a pack like that? You can't do business with the Devil, Clay.
- Clay McCord: I've got to! Don't you understand? What have you got in your veins - ice water?
- Marshal Simon Fry: Well, not jelly anyway. You think you're the only one with feelin's? What about them guards at the mine? You're settin' them to be butchered.
- Clay McCord: Not if they don't fight!
- Marshal Simon Fry: They'll fight! That's what they're hired to do.
- [Fran throws scalding water in Usher's face]
- Jack Usher: My eyes!
- Fran McCord: Tie me up, will you?
- Jack Usher: I'm blind! I can't see!
- Fran McCord: Here I am!
- [Fran smashes a heavy frying pan on Usher's head]
- [last lines]
- [Simon carries the unconcious Fran to a nearby bed]
- Clay McCord: What the Sam Hill?
- Marshal Simon Fry: It's all right, she just fainted. Broken glass - that's how she cut herself loose. Quite a gal, Clay... Clay?
- Clay McCord: Better move her over, Simon. We McCords have had us a hard day.
- Marshal Simon Fry: And a good day, Mr. McCord - a very good day.