Johnny Sombrero: I'm reformed, but my friend here isn't. His name is Blake from Tombstone... and he don't like marshals.
Marshal Lightning Tyrone: Maybe there's a good reason why you don't like marshals.
Rat Face Blake: None of 'em lived long enough for us to get acquainted.
Marshal Lightning Tyrone: You've been meeting the wrong kind of marshals.

Jane 'Dusty' Fargo: Lightning, Johnny has been talking big since word got around you were wounded. He figured it's bound to slow you down.
Marshal Lightning Tyrone: I never had much respect for Johnny's figuring.

Tinhorn Burgess: [to Silver] When are you gonna start shavin', kid?

Marshal Lightning Tyrone: [to Blake] If you're in Silver City after sundown, Rat-Face, I'll throw you in jail.
[He throws him through store window]

Marshal Lightning Tyrone: How about joining the posse, Johnny? It would give you a chance to use that shooting iron legal for a change.

Marshal Lightning Tyrone: Just a minute! I'm probably wasting my breath, but I'm going to give you some advice. Get out of town pronto. Get yourself a job and quit poker. Poker is a man's game.
Luke Cromwell - The Silver Kid: I can take care of myself.
Marshal Lightning Tyrone: Oh sure, I know your fast with your guns, but sooner or later you'll meet a man that's faster or that doesn't fight square and then you're off to Boot Hill. No, you're bucking a sucker's game, Kid. You can't beat it.
Luke Cromwell - The Silver Kid: I guess that's good advice, Marshal, but I ain't takin' it. Besides, how to handle a six-gun and poker is all I know.

Marshal Lightning Tyrone: Maybe this is your way of getting Rat Face back, hanh? Even swap - Rat Face for Rod? That your idea, Johnny?
Johnny Sombrero: You're scratchin' in the wrong place!
Marshal Lightning Tyrone: The only way to turn up worms is by scratchin' for them!