Luke Courteen:
That wasn't a man! That was a ghost! So was his horse. Why he didn't make a sound. He just...
Nick Courteen: Ah, it's a grassy meadow out yonder. Nobody makes a sound crossing a grassy meadow - except you and your big mouth.
Nick Courteen: Ah, it's a grassy meadow out yonder. Nobody makes a sound crossing a grassy meadow - except you and your big mouth.
[a passenger offers her ring to the stagecoach robbers]
Brimstone 'Pop' Courteen: No thanks, lady. I ain't the marryin' kind.
Fat Lady on Stage: Ain't you going to rob us, too?
Brimstone 'Pop' Courteen: Tuesday's chicken feed day. This is Wednesday.
Brimstone 'Pop' Courteen: No thanks, lady. I ain't the marryin' kind.
Fat Lady on Stage: Ain't you going to rob us, too?
Brimstone 'Pop' Courteen: Tuesday's chicken feed day. This is Wednesday.
[Johnny accuses the Courteens of trying to bushwhack him]
Brimstone 'Pop' Courteen: Ha! You're loco. Deputy sheriffs sometimes get that way. It's usually a sign they've lived too long.
Brimstone 'Pop' Courteen: Ha! You're loco. Deputy sheriffs sometimes get that way. It's usually a sign they've lived too long.