Peso:
Do you like me?

Tom Herrera:
You're a hero to every kid in the territory. But I never saw much sense in putting a thief on a pedestal.

Peso:
I had always hoped that you would follow in my footsteps. But, no, you had to take after your mother...law and order!

Tom Herrera:
I'm sorry about your father.

Nancy Dekker:
He died the way he was born...the way he lived.

Tom Herrera:
No tears?

Nancy Dekker:
Later.

Tom Herrera:
He taught you well, Nancy.

Nancy Dekker:
He taught me without teaching. That's the best way.

Tom Herrera:
All right, Peso, you can stay.

Peso:
Thanks, Tom.

Tom Herrera:
But I'll take your guns.

Peso:
Oh, there's no reason for that, boy. My guns? Why I'd be chilly without 'em. I might even catch cold.

Fanny Webson:
So if you ever get to San Francisco, look us up.

Tom Herrera:
I might.

Fanny Webson:
We'll have at least a dozen ways for a man to lose his money and enjoy the fact that he lost it.

Peso:
There are two things I hate. One is a careless man; the other is a careless woman.

Peso:
What's-a matter? You sick?

Nancy Dekker:
No, jealous. How do you fight a woman like that?

Peso:
The same as you would fight any other fight. Pick your position, keep the wind at your back and shoot to kill.