- Mrs. Henry Gibson, The Marshal's Widow: I hope your scheme works.
- Larry Kimball, alias John Smith: Well, if it doesn't, you can ship my remains back to Colonel Winston with a lily in my hand.
- Craven: Whoever he is, he's hornin' in on our territory!
- King Gorman: Our territory?
- Craven: All right - your territory.
- Craven: Go buy yourself a drink, Spaghetti.
- Enrico Nicola: The name, she is not Spaghetti. She is Nicola. Nicola!
- [to Joan]
- Enrico Nicola: We sing him again.
- Craven: We don't want any music now. I want to have a talk with Miss DeLysa.
- Enrico Nicola: But this is an insult!
- Craven: All right then - run along before I insult you again.
- [Black Jack rescues Larry after shooting three outlaws and scaring off a fourth]
- Larry Kimball, alias John Smith: Good work, pardner!
- Harold 'Black Jack' Deavers: Good work? Three out of four? I must be goin' blind.
- [last lines]
- [looking at his new Deputy Marshal badge]
- Harold 'Black Jack' Deavers: Aw, how am I ever goin' to live this down.