- Rowdy Yates: The men, Boss. They've been talking.
- Chris Jenson: I'll say it for 'em. We hired on to drive cattle, not get laughed at.
- Gil Favor: Yeah. So?
- Chris Jenson: So if you want this herd driven smack through town down to the holding pens, you'd better do it yourself. We sure ain't gonna.
- Gil Favor: That right, Quince?
- Jim Quince: Well, I figure he's speaking for all of us, Mr Favor. You see, this whole town is turning out to see us in, and there's no sensible need for 20 men to be pushing 9 head of steer.
- Gil Favor: Well, that's true enough. Two men can handle it. Rowdy!
- Gil Favor: Mr Clayton, don't you realise I have 19 hands that haven't even got a partial draw on their pay yet? They're hungry, they're tired, and they're dirty, they're thirsty. Worst of all they are broke.
- Clayton: Yes, sir, I understand.
- Gil Favor: No, sir, I don't think you really do. The most comforting thing they've known in the last couple of months is a hard saddle and a dirty bedroll. Now they're just liable to turn mean, try to take this town apart. Have you ever seen a crew of sober trail hands bust loose?
- Clayton: Well, I have nothing to do with that. However this personal draft of yours for $500, I can't possibly cash it without first checking.
- Jim Quince: I guess we can count ourselves very lucky. Nobody got killed.
- Chris Jenson: Darn fool Favor. Had no right turning us into that Patch Quilt.
- Jim Quince: He was the trail boss, weren't he?
- Gustauf: What I would like to know is when do we collect wages now?
- Chris Jenson: What makes you think you gonna get paid?
- Gustauf: We must get paid
- Chris Jenson: Yeah, sure we will, just as soon as Favor collects for the herd he didn't deliver!
- Chris Jenson: All right, that's the way I see it.
- Rowdy Yates: Well. Well. I'll keep that in mind when I talk to Mr Teisner.
- Chris Jenson: I feel like I got the right to know what you're going to say to him.
- Rowdy Yates: YOU'VE GOT A RIGHT TO NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! NOW GET OUTTA HERE!
- Chris Jenson: Or you'll throw me out?
- Rowdy Yates: That's right.
- Chris Jenson: You don't mean that.
- Rowdy Yates: Try me.
- Chris Jenson: You better get some rest. You're looking a little tired.
- Rowdy Yates: What are you gonna do now?
- Jim Quince: I'm fine, Rowdy. A fresh shave and a fresh bath, money in my pocket, I feel like I might even go to church.
- Rowdy Yates: I have to admit I'm a little confused.
- Mr. Teisner: Mr Yates, I raise trotters back east. The best horse in my stable is named Big Dan. Two years ago he lost a race that he should have won hands down. Cost me twelve hundred dollars. But he hasn't lost a race since. And he's made me ten times that twelve hundred.
- Rowdy Yates: Yeah, well, it's not quite the same thing, is it? That's gambling.
- Mr. Teisner: Listen, son, every time a cattle man turns around, he's gambling. On whether to ship this year and break even, or hold off a year, and maybe make a big profit. Or take a big loss. He gambles on drought, flash floods, thunderstorms, Indians. Just about anything you can name. But more than anything else, he gambles on the men that drive his herd for him. Man or horse I want the best that's available.