Younger Miles: When I pay a man, I expect him to be loyal enough to keep his mouth shut.
Chris Denning: And if you don't pay him?
Younger Miles: He still gets paid, some other way.
Chris Denning: [Speaking to a man in the bar, loud enough for everyone to hear] Hey, you there. You know Mrs. Miles? I took her home last night. She was drunk. Dead drunk.
[the others in the saloon begin to clear away]
Sheriff O'Hea: [Walking in the door] Hi, everybody. I'm serving notice on all you evildoers to make yourself scarce, because the majesty of the law has just arrived. Well, just in time!

Chris Denning: [Voiceover of his thoughts as he sees Younger Miles for the first time] Big. Strong. Yellow hair. Blue eyes. And a scar on his right cheek.

Chris Denning: Now you wouldn't get an idea that my left hand is slower than your right, would you, Yordy? But if you would like to prove it...

Ernie Combs: Why'd you let him get away with it?
Younger Miles: He wanted me to draw. I wonder why.

Andy West: [toasting] Here's to an easy saddle and good riding, friend. May your boots never get dusty and your guns never rusty.