Brimstone 'Pop' Courteen:
No thanks, lady. I ain't the marryin' kind.

Fat Lady on Stage:
Ain't you going to rob us, too?

Brimstone 'Pop' Courteen:
Tuesday's chicken feed day. This is Wednesday.

Luke Courteen:
That wasn't a man! That was a ghost! So was his horse. Why he didn't make a sound. He just...

Nick Courteen:
Ah, it's a grassy meadow out yonder. Nobody makes a sound crossing a grassy meadow - except you and your big mouth.

Deputy Art Benson:
Mucho gracias, senor. I always speak Spanish when I'm eatin' - gives it a better flavor.

Brimstone 'Pop' Courteen:
Ha! You're loco. Deputy sheriffs sometimes get that way. It's usually a sign they've lived too long.