Nitro Rankin: You ought to knock before coming in here, Countess. Suppose I was taking a bath or something?
Countess Maletta: If I ever hear of you taking a bath, I'll start knocking.

Judge Cameron: ...Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. Well, gents, there's twelve of you, and it takes twelve to make a jury. Now we got two men here to hang. But we are going to do it by the law. Hank, you be foreman.
Hank: Huh? Oh, all right, judge.
Judge Cameron: Lift your right hand. Do you solemnly swar to put the law on them bank robbers, so help ya?
Hank: I do.
Judge Cameron: That's the stuff, Hank! Now wait a minute, we got to have a little evidence... but very little!

Judge Cameron: Why I aim to give Red Valley a couple hangings that they'll be proud of in days to come.

Uncle Willie McLeod: [toasting] Here's to green pastures and no fences!

Uncle Willie McLeod: I'm a lot older than you, Jack. In my time, I've seen a lot of men with itchy trigger fingers like you - and they're all in Boot Hill with dirt in their face. Somebody cured them of that itch.

Sheriff Steve Upton: Are you sure you can't remember anything about him, Allison?
Allison McLeod: Yes, Steve. The way I remember him, he couldn't come out last in a gunfight. He seems awful quick, Steve.
Sheriff Steve Upton: Did you ever see how fast I can duck?

Deputy Blackie: Only twelve hours until you boys get some exercise... walking on air.