Sheriff Lloyd Grover: I didn't know you had any dealing with the Indians.
Tom Rile: You still don't know. That's what I pay you for...not to know anything.
Sheriff Lloyd Grover: What is it, Tom? Are you selling the Apaches whiskey or guns?
Tom Rile: You better put that blindfold back on.
Sheriff Lloyd Grover: It's no wonder you got so many gunslingers working for you.
Tom Rile: You know, you'd look a lot healthier with that usual dumb look on your face.
Sheriff Lloyd Grover: Tom, I can only go so far with that dumb look and then something gets stuck in my craw and I can't get it out.
Tom Rile: Yeah, what? Your conscience?

[Dan offers the Sheriff part of a bribe]
Dan Shelby: Mr. Grover, hadn't you better take some of this?
Sheriff Lloyd Grover: What for?
Dan Shelby: A man can't live without money.
Sheriff Lloyd Grover: I'll you something, son. When it's that kind of money, a man can't live with it.