John T. Chance: Sorry don't get it done, Dude. That's the second time you hit me. Don't ever do it again.
Feathers: This isn't the first time that handbill has come up. I'd like to know what to do about it.
John T. Chance: Well, you could quit playing cards... wearing feathers.
Feathers: No, sheriff. No, I'm not going to do that. You see... that's what I'd do if I were the kind of girl that you think I am.
John T. Chance: You're not as smart as your brother, Joe. He sees Stumpy here sittin' around the corner locked in with you... and if that isn't plain enough, I'll tell you why. If any trouble starts around this jail, before anybody can get to you you're gonna get accidentally shot.
Stumpy: I can practical' guarantee that.
Feathers: How does a... how does a man get to be a sheriff?
John T. Chance: Gets lazy. Gets tired of selling his gun all over. Decides to sell it in one place.
Feathers: I'd say you made a poor sale.
John T. Chance: A lot of people around here'll agree with you.
Feathers: But... it's still a sale and it's too late to back out.
John T. Chance: Got any new men with you, Pat?
Pat Wheeler: Nah, nobody 'cept Colorado, here.
John T. Chance: Where'd you take him on?
Pat Wheeler: Fort Worth.
John T. Chance: What does he do?
Colorado Ryan: I speak English, sheriff. If you wanna ask me.
Feathers: In case you make up your mind, I left my door open. Get a good night's sleep.
John T. Chance: You're not helping me any.
Pat Wheeler: I told him you were one of the best.
Colorado Ryan: Well, I'll tell you what I'm a lot better at, Mr. Wheeler... that's minding my own business.