Sheriff J. P. Harrah: What the hell are you doin' here?
Cole: I'm lookin' at a tin star with a... drunk pinned on it.
Man With No Name: The way I figure, there's really not too much future with a sawed-off runt like you.
J.W. Grant: You bastard.
Rico: Yes sir. In my case an accident of birth. But you, you're a self-made man.
Perkins: It's another telegram from Stodge City, sir. Judge Burke. He's the mayor there, you know.
Commissioner: Burke? Oh yeah, I remember him in law school. He's a bum.
Perkins: I didn't know you studied at law school, sir.
Commissioner: I didn't. I was the janitor.
Nataniele: I sure never thought I'd end up grave-digging and not even getting paid for it, either. Anyhow, it's better to be above ground doing that than below ground doing nothing.