- Jim Quince: I tell ya, Jagger, there's three things around here can't be fixed: Mushy's head, Wishbone's cooking, and that dew-point steer.
- [last lines]
- Gil Favor: Well?
- Rowdy Yates: Oh! Oh, I know. Head 'em up and move 'em out.
- Gil Favor: If I had meant head 'em up and move 'em out, I would have said head 'em up and move 'em out. All I want now is some coffee, hot and black!
- Wishbone: [to Mushy] One more smart remark outta you and I'm gonna part your hair from the ankles up.
- Rowdy Yates: It's wonderful having Wishbone back on the job again.
- Jim Quince: Where I grew up, leg irons meant only one thing.
- Joe Scarlet: Chain gang.
- Gil Favor: Don't see no strippy suit.
- Rowdy Yates: Ain't hard to get rid of a strippy suit.
- Gil Favor: If there was any.
- Wishbone: By the time you get through talking about this man's past, he ain't gonna have any future.
- Mushy: Can to can't?
- Bolivar Jagger: Yeah. Work from the time you can see in the morning, until you can't see no more at the night.
- Mushy: This iron's as hard as a miser's heart.
- Bolivar Jagger: Or a two-faced gal's smile. I knowed one like that down Nashville way. That female had a look that could stop the big river right in its tracks.
- Bolivar Jagger: I'm a walkin' talkin' traveller Tennessee sharecropper with an itch in my sitting pocket, a mile yard hole behind my belt. And a ten colour rainbow between my ears.
- Wishbone: Come on, Mushy, squeezing the spots ain't gonna change them any.
- Mushy: Well, I bet a dollar.
- Wishbone: A dollar? What do you think we are? St Louis bankers?
- Mushy: I said a dollar. I bet a dollar. Now you put up, or shut up.
- Wishbone: PUT UP OR WHAT?
- Jim Quince: Now you heard the man, Wish. Now just put the green where the funnel is.
- Wishbone: Funnel?
- Bolivar Jagger: I been somebody's else's since the day I took my first step. But not any more. Not since I set my sights on a sunset with my name on it. I take what I want. I use whatever rules fit. Mine, yours, Harger, it don't matter none. Just so I get what I figure this little old world owes me for being born.
- Wishbone: He was smiling when he did it. He said the only thing worse than a Harger, Sherrif, or a ramrod with a built-in question mark.
- Bolivar Jagger: Own your own land, wear a string-tie and there ain't no need for writing in books or a big stone law house, just make your own right, always comes out everlasting true. Huh, sure I called men, I used cold steel too. Back in them Tennessee mountains they call knives bayonets. I got so good at it, old Billy Brackenridge, he put a pair of stripes on my greycoat I was wearing. What'd it change? I was still a poor mouth dirt digger, bleeding in somebody else's fight. Not good enough to come calling at their parlour door. I lied, Mr Favor, I'm not a travelling man, I'm travelling trash. I could sprout wings for only a halo and hurry up the day of reckoning. Amnd it wouldn't change nothing. I'm just back-country, dirtdigging trash.