Lone Watie: Get ready, little lady. Hell is coming to breakfast.
Carson City Marshal Walter Thibido: How are you feeling? A little more poorly everyday?
John Bernard Books: You have a streak of kindness a mile wide.
Carson City Marshal Walter Thibido: That I do.
Sam Clayton: I ain't getting no younger. Time just goes by and then... then one day... one day you just get older and suddenly... you find yourself... all alone.
Jenny: You deserve to be alone.
Hellsgate rancher: They call this country Hell's Gate. When my dad came in here, it was nothing but a bunch of savage Indians. And Jesuits. Old Thomas Jefferson said that he was a warrior so his son could be a farmer, so his son could be a poet. And I raise cattle so my son can be a merchant, so his son can move to Newport, Rhode Island and buy a sailboat and never see one of these bastard-ass sons of bitching mountains again.
Si: Who was Thomas Jefferson?
Hellsgate rancher: A guy back east.
Jason Smith: Are you really a trickster?
Zachariah Coop: Oh, I think most people are at a certain level. But remember this: you can't trick a man unless he's aiming to trick you.
Jason Smith: How come?
Zachariah Coop: Well, because people in general like the idea of getting something for nothing. And the trickster affords him that opportunity.