Crow:
I didn't catch the name, stranger.

Rochelle:
I didn't throw it.

Crow:
So what do they call you, stranger?

Rochelle:
Rochelle, Sam Rochelle.

Crow:
Ah, so you're the Marshal. What do you expect to find in Pearl City, Marshal? Pearls?

Rochelle:
Maybe pearls. Maybe swine.

Crow:
When I was a kid, I killed gophers for money. Then I killed Indians and Spaniards for money. Now I just kill for money.

Bus Crow:
Nobody really cares if a man's cut down from the front or the back... as long as he deserves killin'.