Kate Miller: Maybe there's something wrong with me.
Doctor Robert Elliott: There's nothing wrong with you.
Kate Miller: Do you find me attractive?
Doctor Robert Elliott: Of course.
Kate Miller: Would you want to sleep with me?
Doctor Robert Elliott: Yes.
Kate Miller: Then why don't you?
Doctor Robert Elliott: Because I love my wife, and sleeping with you isn't worth jeopardizing my marriage. Is it worth it to you?
Kate Miller: I don't know.
Sheila Farr: ...just the two of us.
Johnny North: And more than a million dollars.
Sheila Farr: It'll be dangerous.
Johnny North: Living is dangerous.
Sheila Farr: Promise me you won't kill him.
Johnny North: I'm not a killer.
Mal Reese: Have you seen Lynne lately?
Chris: You know about her and me.
Mal Reese: You girls ought to kiss and make up.
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.
Feathers: Hey, sheriff, you forgot your pants.
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.
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.
