- Steve Lane: You gotta clear out of here fast! There's a posse coming to take you in for the Northfield job.
- Jesse James: The Northfield job? I didn't know about it until I got this paper. Won't they let a man be honest?
- Steve Lane: Not if the man is Jesse James.
- Sam Bolton: Who is it, Ann?
- Ann Bolton: A couple of strangers wanting information about the roads. I told them to water their horses and come in to talk to you.
- [Ann quickly leaves the room]
- Sam Bolton: Do you think I should change, too?
- Ann Bolton: What's the reason for all this violence and terrorism?
- Sam Bolton: Well, honey, if we had the answers to those questions, we wouldn't have to be cleaning these firearms now.
- Jesse James: [meekly offering his gun to Sheriff Tobin] Howdy, Mark - - glad you didn't get here any sooner.
- Sheriff Mark Tobin: [regarding Jesse with a very piercingly-stern gaze but declining to disarm him, since he sees that the former outlaw is now using his wiles and gun-fighting skills for good] You know, Howard - - I'm gettin' too old for this job. My eyesight ain't what it used to be - - gotten so bad that lately I can't even recognize PEOPLE no more...!
- Sheriff Mark Tobin: [turning slowly away and ambling grim-faced towards the door of the office, then pausing in the doorway to briefly turn and look back at Jesse again and flash him a wry grin] So long - - **JESSE**.
- Jesse James: [beams in relieved amusement and holsters his gun] So long, Mark.