- Kid Newton: Hey you worn out old alkali buzzard! You hear me now?
- Tell Sackett: Don't try ridin over this man, boy. Those wrinkles are war maps. Fought Indians, grizzly, and seen 100 struttin peacocks like you get taken down hard. I don't know how you got so swollen with yourself, boy, but you begginnin to bother us.
- Kid Newton: What's the gun for?
- Tell Sackett: Varmints
- Kid Newton: What are you calling me?
- Tell Sackett: A nuisance
- Kid Newton: Stand up. I said stand!
- Tell Sackett: I do that, you're gonna force me to take hold of that pistol. Then I'll have ta kill ya. And Killin don't mix well with a man's supper.
- Cap Rountree: Don't crowd him son. You wouldn't be the first one he's buried. You wouldn't even get a chance to clear leather on those hog legs. You better get some air. I said you better get some air.