- Wishbone: How do you make a living up here?
- Hosea Brewer: I don't have to. I live off the land, except, ah, always looking for an outcropping might lead me back to motherlode.
- Clay Forrester: It was here once?
- Wishbone: So was the Garden of Eden. But the Good Lord hadn't seen fit to lead us to that either.
- Pricilla Brewer: Well, right now I think it's more important that we get that well fixed.
- Hosea Brewer: You mean to waste time, tinkering with that.
- Pricilla Brewer: Oh, I don't care, Pa. It's all right with me. Jessie and I won't have to do any more cooking, scrubbing. And Meg can get filthy and stay that way. Or maybe we'll all get so thirsty, we'll just have to leave this cursed mountain.
- Pricilla Brewer: Jessica's so pretty.
- Clay Forrester: Well, prettiness isn't the only thing a man looks for in a wife.
- Pricilla Brewer: Oh, you're trying to ease your conscience because you think that you made a fool of me.
- Clay Forrester: No. There's the truth. you wait 'til you get to town. You'll find a whole bunch of solid, respectable citizens just waiting for a girl like you.
- Rowdy Yates: No, no, we'll go after them.
- Meg Brewer: But there's four of them and there's only two of you.
- Clay Forrester: Oh sure. You really taught her to count good, didn't you?
- Clay Forrester: I'd say that filly was quite taken by you. She could tell you a lot or has she already?
- Rowdy Yates: Is that why you're buttering up the other one?
- Clay Forrester: Maybe.
- Rowdy Yates: You're a real sidewinder, Clay.
- Clay Forrester: You know, if you'd seen that gold Brewer threw around, you might not be so high and mighty.
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah, well, all I'm looking for is trail end and pay. I ain't got no gold dust in my eyes.
- Clay Forrester: Well, maybe the game ain't worth it, but there's more than one card I got to see first.
- Rowdy Yates: Where are they now?
- Wishbone: Come out fellas.
- Rowdy Yates: [Rowdy and Clay appear] Call those men experienced? I know greenhorns when I see 'em. Looks like they're gonna take a bit of breaking in. You nutheads think you can ride on drag?
- Meg Brewer: Well, oh, well, ah, ah.
- Clay Forrester: Anything you say, sir.
- Rowdy Yates: All right then, git. I got no objection to your cooking, Wishbone, when it comes to hiring drovers.
- Wishbone: Oh, well, give 'em time, Boss, give 'em time.