- Pete: Hey, shut up, you two. The food's on the way. How do you like those two. Goin' to Prescott to stand trial for murder - sure to hang - and all they can think about is their bellies.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Maybe you better find out what's holdin' Sarge - and if she's pretty.
- Doc Landy: Look, Clay, gunshot wounds and deliverin' babies - those are my specialties, but I do know that most pox fevers start out the same way and I'd rather be careful and wrong, then wrong and sorry.
- Stu Collins: You haven't got enough guns to stop us, Fry, and you know it.
- Marshal Simon Fry: [brandishing a shotgun] This one will stop you.
- [last lines]
- Gail Nathan: It's hard to find the words, Mr. Fry, but there's so much we'd like to say.
- Sam Nathan: Like every man in town, I'd like to tell you how ashamed we feel.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Ashamed? All I remember is when it counted, Silver City was there. 'Course, you might get Doc Landy a good book on fevers. It'd save a lot of wear and tear.