Prisoner: Always uses top grade hemp, Schmidt does. He oils it so it slides read good. Snaps your neck like a dry twig.
Cheyenne: Make believe it's nothing.
Captain Marcus A. Reno: The boy general. You'd think they'd have more sense then to reinstate him.
Captain Myles Keogh: Why not?
Captain Marcus A. Reno: I've served with him before. Look at him: 28 years old, arrogant, conceited... never mind, you'll find out.
Captain Myles Keogh: Aye, I'm lookin' forward to it.
Joe Bass: If God ever made two greater inventions than a pretty woman and a bottle of whiskey, I ain't heard of it.
Pollicut: Pauline. A pleasure to see you. What can I do for you? Is there something you wanna buy?
Pauline: I didn't come to buy. I came to sell.
Pollicut: And what are you sellin'?
Pauline: Our house. It cost at least five thousand dollars. I'll give it to you for a thousand... 'cause you like cheap things.