- Joe Scarlet: Hey, Mr Favor, who's your friend?
- Gil Favor: You mean Mrs Yates?
- Jim Quince: Mrs Rowdy Yates? Mrs Rowdy Yates.
- Wishbone: Take HER on the cattle drive? What do you think Mr Favor will say to that?
- Rowdy Yates: Oh, yeah. Him. Well, suppose, we'll find out.
- Sheila Delancey: You don't know him. He's not used to losing.
- Wishbone: Well, fooling around with Mr Favor is a good way to start.
- Gil Favor: I don't care what you was planning or not planning to do. I give the orders here.
- [Lander surrenders his gun by tossing it to Gil]
- Gil Favor: Now we can talk.
- John Landy: I didn't come here to talk.
- John Landy: It wouldn't look right for me to have a female companion along.
- Sheila Delancey: Well, how would it look if the female companion were your wife?
- John Landy: We've been all through that.
- Sheila Delancey: Someday, someday, you'll walk out on me once too often, John Landy, and I'm not going to be here when you come back! And in fact that day might just be today!
- Barber: Haircut like that cost you a lot more in the city.
- John Landy: They wouldn't get it. There's a fair price for everything, Harry. A man doesn't pay enough, he's a cheapskate. Pays too much, he's a fool.
- Barber: Nobody could call you either one, that's for sure.
- John Landy: Thank you, Harry. Now, here's for your haircut, and this is to buy yourself a little drink. At my place.
- Barber: Sure thing, Mr Landy.
- Sheila Delancey: Orphans. That's what we are. Orphans. Two lonely lost orphans.
- Waiter: I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it.
- Bert: Those pills are guaranteed to flatten a mule in ten minutes.
- Sheila Delancey: Ships, ships that pass in the night. That's what we are.
- Rowdy Yates: You're beautiful.
- Sheila Delancey: And tomorrow, tomorrow we go our lonely way again.
- Rowdy Yates: Why... why pass in the night when we can sail together?
- Sheila Delancey: A man with your assets shouldn't have any trouble. Don't you know anybody in town?
- Rowdy Yates: No, not a soul.
- Sheila Delancey: Drifter, huh?
- Rowdy Yates: No, drover. That's, ah, the same thing. Only we get paid for it.
- Rowdy Yates: Listen to that. Civilisation.
- Wishbone: Sounds like the piano needs tuning.
- Rowdy Yates: Come on, I'm buying.
- Wishbone: Oh, no. I just need some soda and some sleep. I'm not gonna get either in there.
- Rowdy Yates: You know, Wish, you're getting old.
- Wishbone: Well, you go in there, and you'll soon catch up with me.
- Rowdy Yates: Well, you know, if I had the money, I might even patch you up.
- Rowdy Yates: Oh. Huh. That's the little girl I talked to last night. What are you fellas doing in a lady's room?
- Wishbone: That isn't any lady, that's your wife.