Old Prophet: I don't know him, I don't know him, I don't know him!
Monco: Come on now, you know everybody.
Old Prophet: Don't know anybody anymore! I'm dead! Understand?
[Lifts his head from under the covers]
Old Prophet: Well, there was a time when I knew everybody. That was a long time ago, when all this was prairie. But lately everybody's in a hurry, with your damned good-for-nothing trains!
[Mocks a train's wheels moving]
Old Prophet: Two two two *three*!
[Spits]
Old Prophet: Disgusting!
[Looks back at Monco]
Old Prophet: One day someone from the railroad comes here to see me and he says, 'Prophet, the railway's gonna go right past your house.' 'Ah, is that so?' I said. 'Mm-hm, yup that's right he says, 'All those trains gonna go right past here, and the best thing for you, Prophet, is to sell your land to the company or else we'll buy Baker's. He lives next to your place, and I'll put the tracks there, and that'll make you go crazy. What do you say, will you sell out to our company, Prophet?' "Oh, is that so?' says I.
[Grins and chuckles]
Old Prophet: He was *very* anxious for me to sell out. You know what I told him about the railroad? You know what I told him he could do with his railroad?
[laughs crazily as a train shoots by]
Old Prophet: [after the train passes] You know what my decision about selling was?
Monco: Well, you said no.
Old Prophet: You're right about that! No to him and his damn trains! I wouldn't, no!
Monco: [Finally has had enough] Look, listen to me, you old man! You're supposed to be a prophet, and I didn't come here to listen to you rattle on about trains! I want to find out about this man, it's obvious you don't know anything.
Old Prophet: [Angry] No need to be insulting! If that's all you came here to do, you can clear out of my house fast, before I lose my temper, understand?
[Monco shrugs and gets up to the door]
Old Prophet: *Hey*! Where you going, hm?
Monco: [Turns around and smirks] I guess I better leave before you go and lose your temper!

[after Mortimer opens safe, Indio declares a cooling off time for the loot]
El Indio: [to Mortimer] And you will wait a month to get your share.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: Naturally!... I'll be in the tavern.

[Indio and his gang have been dispatched]
Col. Douglas Mortimer: My boy, you've become rich.
Monco: You mean *we've* become rich, old man.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: No, it's all yours. I think you deserve it.
Monco: What about our partnership?
Col. Douglas Mortimer: [smiles] Maybe next time.

[last lines]
Monco: [counting reward sums of outlaws he just killed] Ten thousand... twelve thousand... fifteen... sixteen... seventeen... twenty-two. Twenty-two?
[a cowboy comes from behind, Monco turns and shoots him dead]
Monco: ...Twenty-seven.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: Any trouble, boy?
Monco: No, old man. Thought I was having trouble with my adding. It's all right now.

[Mortimer has just recovered the watch from Indio, which contains a picture of the woman that Indio raped]
Monco: There seems to be a family resemblance.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: Naturally, between brother and sister.