Sheriff J. P. Harrah: What the hell are you doin' here?
Cole: I'm lookin' at a tin star with a... drunk pinned on it.
Kevin MacDonald: What do you expect us to do?
Cole: Why don't you ask the sheriff?
Kevin MacDonald: The sheriff? Ya think I'm gonna wait on him?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Just give me an hour Macdonald. You can wait that long to die.
Mississippi: Well, we are we headed?
Cole: To see a girl.
Mississippi: To see a girl?
Cole: Yes, a girl! Don't you think I could know a girl?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Who are you?
Mississippi: We met last night.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Last night? When was that?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: He went out that door.
Cole: Well you oughta know! You missed him.
Doctor Donovan: You know these wounds were made by buckshot don't you?
Cole: I thought they were.
Doctor Donovan: Who was using a shotgun?
Cole: A certain young man.
Mississippi: I was using a shotgun, Doc.
Doctor Donovan: You. I thought you was on there side.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: He was.
Mississippi: I told you I was no good with a gun.
Bull Harris: Trouble is, Doc, Cole was in front of the gun. The safe place is behind Mississippi when he shoots that thing.
Cole: Pretty wise for a kid Maudie.
Maudie: I think you must be the only person who thinks of me as a kid, Cole.
Cole: What kept you?
Mississippi: I was talking to a girl. She said she saw.
Cole: A girl?
Mississippi: Don't you think I can know a girl?
Cole: Next time you shoot somebody, don't go near 'em till you're... sure they're dead.
Cole: When do you expect the United States Marshal?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Oh man, I don't remember the last time he was here.
Bull Harris: He was here. You gave him a big welcome. Flung a bottle at him.
Cole: An empty bottle?
Bull Harris: Yeah, he wasn't that far gone.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Bull, you go on shooting, we'll try to move up a little closer.
Bull Harris: Just give me another gun and I'll play Marching Through Georgia.
Bull Harris: Watch it, the way your hand's shaking don't let it get near the trigger.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Now don't you get on me, Bull.
Bull Harris: I ain't started yet.
Kevin MacDonald: You always seem to be around, Thornton, when one of my boys get hurt.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Why aren't you laughing now? It's the same drunken sheriff, the same hat, the same outfit, why don't you laugh? Let me hear you laugh.
Bull Harris: I reckon he's got a more interesting misery than you got Sheriff.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Look Doc, I don't wanna take up your time but, er, mine's still bleeding.
Bull Harris: He ain't put that stopper back in that bottle in a coon's age.
Cole: Either one of ya know a fast way to sober a man up?
Bull Harris: A bunch of howlin' indians out for hair'll do it quicker'n anything I know.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Joe never was much good on that piano, was he?
Bull Harris: No, and you shooting them strings out didn't help none either.
Mississippi: Always make you mad, don't I?
Cole: Mostly.
Cole: Step down off that horse.
Mississippi: You always giving people orders?
Answer: He is holding his gun hand ready. Just in case any of Jason's men get any ideas, hence the line "hey fancy vest". He was just being ready.