- Marty Slater: Tell me how it goes again.
- Fred Slater: All right, Marty, look. We finish cutting the hole in the floor, the safe is right below it. Now, when they finish work tonight, we lower Roy down to the money.
- Marty Slater: Roy?
- Fred Slater: Yeah. Simple as that!
- Roy Barlow: Then these educated fingers go to work.
- Fred Slater: I still think we oughta get a wagon and haul the gold outta here tonight.
- Roy Barlow: That's because all he's got between his ears is his ugly face.
- Roy Barlow: He won't know that he's helping us. He'll be like... a silent partner. Understand?
- [Marty shakes his head slowly, any plan is too complicated for him]
- Rufus I. Pitkin: Graveside service at dawn. I always keep a grave or two for unexpected jobs. Just the Slaters will be there. It'll just be a simple eulogy, no music.
- Jason McCord: The Slaters will be there?
- Rufus I. Pitkin: Yeah.
- Jason McCord: Good. Then here's my suggestion.
- Jason McCord: Slater? Wasn't he related to the man who was supposed to be in here?
- Rufus I. Pitkin: Yeah.
- Jason McCord: Now I'm beginning to get the picture. This is a well-planned robbery by the bereaved ones and I think you and I helped them pull it off.
- Rufus I. Pitkin: We did?
- Rufus I. Pitkin: Now will you all please bow your heads. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to pay our last respects to one we held close. His laughter was like a tinkle of a silver bell, his smile as bright as gold.
- Rufus I. Pitkin: You know, Jason, sometimes I have a feeling, the sun is shining every place else and it's only raining on me. And then, sometimes, all in one day I meet up with an old limey friend like you, and a money-making cold stranger, like him.
- Jason McCord: Now, wait a minute, Ruf. This is the best saddlehorse in the West. I can't put him in harness. It would break his spirit.
- Jason McCord: Can we go a little faster?
- Rufus I. Pitkin: No, I don't want to jiggle him around. See, this is one of them closed coffin jobs. I promised not to open the box, but I got my professional pride and I want to keep him nice and neat, even if nobody ever sees him again. I mean, how would you feel if I did a sloppy job on you?
- Jason McCord: I'd demand my money back.
- Rufus I. Pitkin: It's a secret but everybody in town knows it.
- Jason McCord: It's a secret but everybody in town knows it. Ha, ha, ha.
- Rufus I. Pitkin: Well, the Sheriff let it out in the saloon the other night. The whiskey kinda stampeded his mouth. It's a gold shipment!
- Rufus I. Pitkin: I can fix it. I've got some embalming fluid that's a miracle. I once had a client shot full of holes. I spilt some of this on him and he healed right up overnight.
- Jason McCord: Thanks. But I'll take him to the livery stable.