- Gar Logan: [to Dixie] You make one wrong move and this town will be holding your funeral on Dixie Miller day.
- [Clay shot a would-be bank robber]
- Dixie Miller: How-How'd you happen to come along?
- Clay McCord: Now, Dixie, don't you hold it against me, but that story you told me back at the saloon could have been true or it could have been a lie - so I followed you.
- Dixie Miller: I don't blame you, Mr. McCord. I'm just a fat old man who don't deserve anybody's confidence.
- Clay McCord: Now, I don't go along with you there. I got a whole lot of confidence in a man who's just pure poison to bank robbers.
- Clay McCord: Whatja doin' here any how?
- Marshal Simon Fry: Now just a minute, Clay. Let's get one thing straight. If things have reached the pass where the Chief Marshal gotta answer questions from a deputy before he gets around to answerin' his own, you and me better change jobs.