- [first lines]
- [counting the number of cattle Bill has delivered to the stockyard]
- Samuel Dickens: Four-legged ornery-looking twenty-dollar gold pieces, eh? Well, let's see... I make it 1234 by my tally. Does that check?
- Bill Longley: 1236.
- Samuel Dickens: No, 1234.
- Bill Longley: Well, you want to run 'em through again?
- Samuel Dickens: ...1236.
- Samuel Dickens: Well, a momentous day. The first herd into Denver. Do you kow what that really means, Mr. Longley?
- Bill Longley: I think so - at least what it means to us.
- Samuel Dickens: What's that?
- Bill Longley: A hundred days on the trail from the Panhandle to Denver. I had to find feed and water each day, ford the Arkansas and the Big Sandy in flood, head off stampedes... Some of the trails went up to 4000 - straight down. Rough all the way, Mr. Dickens.
- Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver: Careful, Colonel. It used to be said Captain Longley was a very dangerous man to provoke.
- Bill Longley: Some people don't stop until they find out.
- Maitre d': It is you, monsieur. Who would have known. Magnifique!
- Bill Longley: Remember, you said clothes don't make the man.
- Maitre d': It's not only the suit, it is the elan with which you wear it.
- Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver: Shall we drink to dreams come true?
- Bill Longley: Looks like yours already have.
- Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver: And what about your dreams?
- Bill Longley: I haven't any.
- Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver: Your plans then.
- Bill Longley: I haven't any of those, either.
- Colonel Garson: I was right, wasn't I. Everything we had together was just a substitute for what you really wanted - your romantic memories of Longley. Well, memories can be erased!
- Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver: What are you going to do?
- Colonel Garson: Call him out.
- Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver: If you do, he'll kill you.
- Colonel Garson: At the count of ten, maybe... what about the count of nine?
- Colonel Garson: Do you think you can insult a lady in front of a gentleman and crawl away without having to account for it.
- Bill Longley: A lady? A gentleman? You must be mistaken, Colonel. Ladies and gentlemen don't hire gunmen to steal wages from men who worked and sweated and risked their lives for them.
- Colonel Garson: What are you talking about?
- Bill Longley: You know what I'm talking about. You sent the gunmen.
- [last lines]
- Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver: Bill, can you ever forgive me?
- Bill Longley: A gentleman can forgive a lady anything. Goodbye, Jenny.