Matt Brown:
Why'd he leave it to me?

Chip Donohue:
Don't dig, boy, you'll just break your shovel.

Sam Mullen:
By the time those cattle get through stomping Matt, nobody is going to notice he was shot.

Chip Donohue:
If I see one more hand touch one more jug, there may not be a jug... and there may not be a hand.

Matt Brown:
Do you know what it's like not having a name? It's like being an extra joker in a deck of cards. You're nothing. You don't belong in the game.

Janet Calvert:
You talk about how you grow and how a big shadow you're going to cast. Matt, you're getting smaller.

Chip Donohue:
If you're just half as big a man as you want us to think you are, you'll admit you're wrong before there is any damage done.

Hortensia:
You say there is nothing here to keep you. I think when you go, you leave behind more than you take with you.

Matt Brown:
I gave an order. I expect any man who works for me to obey it.

Chip Donohue:
No, it's not what you say that galls me. It's the way you say it.

Matt Brown:
You'll get used to it.

Chip Donohue:
The question is, do I want to?

Matt Brown:
You know when a man works the same job too long, he gets thinking no one else can do it.

Chip Donohue:
I guess that makes him as big a fool as the boy who thinks if he gives enough orders, nobody will have time enough to know that most of them don't make sense.

Sam Mullen:
I sure like that yellow dress. Why, you could even get hay on it and nobody would know.