Garth: Lots of trials we rode together, Cord. Lots of things I learned from you.
John Cord: You can forget 'em.
Garth: Some things a man doesn't forget, like John Cord's rule for a herd-drinking special - always carry your own keg of whiskey. Let the men break it open in camp to let off some steam. Keeps them from werecking an innocent town.
John Cord: I don't seem to remember that at the trial.

Garth: Nothing to it, Cord. Betwen us we could build the biggest cattle empire this country has ever seen.
John Cord: I'm not interested in cattle empires, but for the Fort Clemson drive, you got yourself a trail boss.

Ralph Hamilton: We've got a trail boss who can feed the herd on burned tumbleweed, water it on dried mud and get us there with more cattle than we had to start with!

Tom Jefferson Jeffrey: We'd stick by you till hell froze over and you could skate on it.

John Cord: Nobody in his right mind could ask John Cord to move a herd now.
Ralph Hamilton: Nobody but John Cord could move a herd this size - five thousand head full of ringers.
John Cord: I'm lookin' at this room. It doesn't make me think you're desperate... doesn't make me think movin' five thousand head of cattle is life or death.
Ralph Hamilton: Rooms don't change much but bank accounts do.

John Cord: Seems like you're always with the cattle.
Sandy Jeffrey: Seems like they're better than most people to be with.

John Cord: You know, I ws thinkin' about havin' a drink. Either of you interested?
George Washington Jeffrey: Interested? Noooo.
Tom Jefferson Jeffrey: The only thing he's interested in is when you're goin' to ask us.