- Peter B. Clifford: [after riding a horse ineptly across rugged terrain] Well, McCloud... I'm finally beginning to realize why you're the way you are. Enough of this would make anyone... funny!
- Sam McCloud: Joe, what are you doing here?
- Sergeant Joe Broadhurst: What are you doing out of jail?
- Sam McCloud: You make it sound like it's some kind of a crime.
- Peter B. Clifford: Where's McCloud?
- Sergeant Joe Broadhurst: [on phone in jail cell] According to the Sheriff, he's a fugitive.
- Peter B. Clifford: I hope he gave orders to shoot to kill.
- Peter B. Clifford: I think we finally found a use for you here in the concrete canyons of Manhattan...
- Sam McCloud: What's that?
- Peter B. Clifford: Cattle Rustling.
- Peter B. Clifford: McCloud, that little girls' funeral is in three days. I want the people responsible for her death before then.
- Reporter: This is the big New York city policeman you dragged us down here to see? He looks more like your cousin, Floyd.
- Peter B. Clifford: Broudhurst, Drop everything.
- Sergeant Joe Broadhurst: McCloud?
- Peter B. Clifford: How did you know?
- Sergeant Joe Broadhurst: That vein in your neck. It always starts throbbing when it has something to do with McCloud.
- Peter B. Clifford: You know that prisoner he was sent to bring back? Well, he helped him escape instead! Now McCloud's in jail and the prisoner's on the loose.
- Peter B. Clifford: A friendly word of advice, Broadhurst: think of this as a suicide mission. Now if you have the choice between coming back empty handed, or going down in flames, take the flames.
- [leaves]
- Sergeant Joe Broadhurst: Yes, sir.
- Peter B. Clifford: That's why I send for you, McCloud. Most of my men wouldn't know a side of beef from a side of fries.
- Peter B. Clifford: I want you to catch the first available plane to Denver, from there you catch the shuttle flight to Twisted Knife.
- Sergeant Joe Broadhurst: Twin Forks.
- Peter B. Clifford: I want you to find Lester Neal and bring him back here.
- Sergeant Joe Broadhurst: And get McCloud outta jail.
- Peter B. Clifford: What you do on your own time is up to you.
- Peter B. Clifford: I'm not going to point out that you'll be going to Two Spoons...
- Sam McCloud: Twin Forks.
- Peter B. Clifford: ...as the representative of the 3000 men on this force.