- [Sarge twists Jeb's arm behind his back]
- Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: Now the first thing you're going to learn is that it ain't polite to point a gun just to scare people!
- Clay McCord: Plannin' to write a book on etiquette, Sarge?
- Clay McCord: Let's go.
- Jeb Barton: Where?
- Clay McCord: If you're gettin' old enough to play with guns, you're old enough to spend a night in jail.
- [shooting rapidly, Simon blasts six tin cans off a log]
- Kit: That's some shootin'! I bet nobody in the territory can fire a rifle as quick as you can, Mr. Fry.
- [someone shooting behind Simon blasts the last three targets in quick succession]
- Marshal Simon Fry: [sighs] Hello, Clay.
- [discussing outlaw Frank Barton's son, Jeb]
- Clay McCord: Ever since she passed away, he's been runnin' wild... gettin' into one scrape right after the other.
- Frank Barton: Well, McCord, boys will be boys. What are you tryin' to do - stunt his growth? I was the same way when I was his age.
- Clay McCord: Yeah - and look at you now.
- Jeb Barton: You shot Whitey dead!
- Frank Barton: Well, sure. That's what he was going to do the deputy, wasn't it? It's no kids' game. You play it for keeps.
- Frank Barton: The kid's gonna be all right.
- Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: Aw, it's just like I told you, Clay. Barton couldn't play it straight no matter what he promised you.
- Frank Barton: I gave him a taste of outlawin' that'll last him the rest of his life.
- Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: How about when you told Jeff to gun me down. What would you have done if he'd obeyed ya?
- Frank Barton: It wouldn't have mattered. The rifle was empty. When I shot Whitey when he was about to shoot you in the back, I never reloaded.
- [last lines]
- Marshal Simon Fry: You know your trouble, Clay - you got a nasty temper.
- Clay McCord: Well, if you spent the last 48 hours the way I did with one eye on Barton and the other lookin' for bounty hunters...
- Marshal Simon Fry: And no sense of humor. If it wasn't for your blind luck, you'd never make a good lawman.
- [Clay smiles]