Mayor Ollie Perkins: I guess you know what you're doing, Sheriff.
Jason McCullough: I don't know what I could have said to give you that idea, Mayor.

Mayor Olly Perkins: [talking about Prudy] She's had some terrible shocks this year. She got wealthy almost overnight - I think maybe it unhinged her a little bit. Then she was always kind of big for her age and "pooberty" hit her hard - that'll do it you know.
Jason McCullough: I didn't know that.
Mayor Olly Perkins: Well, it will!
[after more conversation with the mayor, Jason is leaving the house and looks up the stairs to where Prudy ran off]
Jason McCullough: "Pooberty"

Mayor Olly Perkins: That must have been some show you put on at the saloon this afternoon. It kind of sobered up the whole town.
Jason McCullough: Well, that's good.
Mayor Olly Perkins: Maybe... maybe not. It has been a lot of fun around here up to now. I mean, everything all kind of wide-open and relaxed. Nobody looking down their noses at anybody who happened to shoot someone else. Nobody poking their noses into nobody else's business without them getting their big noses blasted off in the process. Ah, I guess now that we got law and order, chuches will start moving in.
Jason McCullough: Yeah, that's usually the next thing that happens.
Mayor Olly Perkins: And then the women will start forming committees and having bazaars. And then they'll chase Madame Orr's girls out of town, or make them get married, or something even worse. But, what the hell, like you said, the law's the law, and we got to face up to it sometime.
Jason McCullough: When did I say that?

Fred Johnson: I heard that the sheriff was gonna leave town.
Henry Jackson: I did too, And at the time I heard it, I remember saying to myself, "That sheriff has his head set squarely on his shoulders."
Prudy: Well, now he's NOT gonna leave town.
Mayor Ollie Perkins: And I'd like to get my hands on whoever it was that caused him to change his mind.
Henry Jackson: Me too. Man with that good an idea oughta be encouraged to hold on to it.
Prudy: What is the matter with all of you? Don't you remember how long we waited to find a man who'd stand up to the Danbys? Don't you remember what this town was like before - murderings, lynchings, miners shooting up the town day and night?
Fred Johnson: And aside from the few things that you just mentioned, it wasn't a bad place at all!

Henry Jackson: I'd like to remind everyone we're here to consign the remains of Millard Frymore.
Fred Johnson: It's gold, Henry.
Henry Jackson: Gold?
Fred Johnson: Down there in the grave.
Henry Jackson: Well, let's get this coffin out of the way and have a look.

Henry Jackson: We are gathered here today to consign the mortal remains of Millard Frymore... or whatever his name really was. I ain't really got a whole lot to say about Millard because he only rode amongst us two days ago, and was promptly struck down by whatever deadly disease it was struck him down. We can only hope that whatever deadly disease it was, it wasn't particularly contagious. And with that in mind, I suggest we all bow our heads in devout prayer.

Tom Danby: Pa, you been touchin' up your hair again?
Pa Danby: Whadda ya mean, AGAIN?
Tom Danby: Nothin'. It just looks better in spots, that's all.
Pa Danby: Whadda ya mean, SPOTS?

Jake: Well, I did odd jobs... for one thing, I was a Orr holder at Madame Horse's, uh, horse holder at Madame Orr's House.

Jake: You want me to tell Joe Danby that he's under arrest for murder? What're you gonna do after he kills me?
Jason McCullough: Then I'll arrest him for both murders.

Pa Danby: If that gun had gone off, it'd of blowed right up in my face.
Jason McCullough: Now it wouldn't have done my finger a hell of a lot of good either, would it? What can I do for you, Mr. Danby?