- Clay McCord: Where's you gun?
- Marshal Simon Fry: Remember the little old lady that was around here?
- Clay McCord: Yeah.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Well, she ain't exactly a lady. Fact is, as a gunslinger, she's pure lightning and 17 claps of thunder!
- Clay McCord: Oh, you don't mean she took your gun?
- Marshal Simon Fry: You want the truth? A woman and a gun about scare me to death.
- Marshal Simon Fry: I'm Simon Fry and you can't be the Reverend.
- Joy Cartwright: His sister - I'm Joy.
- Marshal Simon Fry: I bet you are.
- Joy Cartwright: You shouldn't talk that way.
- Marshal Simon Fry: You absolutely positive?
- Joy Cartwright: I've know curiosity to kill more than cats.
- Marshal Simon Fry: It's been known to get a man rich, too.
- [Simon discovers a derringer tucked inside Joy's garter belt]
- Marshal Simon Fry: New kind of ladies' jewelry, huh?
- Joy Cartwright: Well, darlin', a girl never knows when a man might take liberties.
- [Joy lays the gun on a nearby table]
- Marshal Simon Fry: Now I couldn't stopya if you wanted to take liberties - could I?
- [during a gunfight, Simon suddenly groans]
- Clay McCord: You hit?
- Marshal Simon Fry: Aw, that dirty sidewinder ruined my new holster.
- Clay McCord: Is that all?
- Marshal Simon Fry: What do you want? Blood?
- Joy Cartwright: You! If I had my derringer...
- Marshal Simon Fry: If you had your derringer, Miss Joy, you wouldn't even have to shoot because women with guns scare me to death.
- [referring to Blanche]
- Marshal Simon Fry: Reverend, how'd you ever get the nerve to steal that woman's cattle?