- Marshal Simon Fry: Why all this hocus-pocus about a few army rifles?
- Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: It weren't just a few army rifles. They were Gatling guns - the newest model! Why, you could spray bullets with 'em. They hire a thousand rounds a minute!
- Deputy Clay McCord: How many were there?
- Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: Only two.
- Deputy Clay McCord: *Only* two? According to you, they'd give two men the fire power of a whole brigade!
- Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: Clay, why Gatling guns? They're big; they're clumsy. I can't for the life of me figure out why anyone would steal one.
- Deputy Clay McCord: Well, not to go duck huntin', that's for sure.
- Stonewall Brown: Do you reckon they're hidin' in them there rocks?
- Deputy Clay McCord: Probably.
- Stonewall Brown: You should have asked me to get you eagles instead of men.
- Bo Braddock: Con, wake up! They tracked us!
- Con Hawkins: How many?
- Bo Braddock: I can't tell - a dozen or more. Sergeant Tasker and that lawman from Silver City are leading them.
- Con Hawkins: Well, a dozen, huh? Well, I guess a one-gun salute will be enough of a welcome.
- [Colonel Belknap refuses to help Clay because of "regulations"]
- Deputy Clay McCord: Murder and robbery are against regulation, too, Colonel, and it doesn't help that they're using stolen army equipment!
- Colonel Belknap: Yes, yes. Your chief, Simon Fry, said as much when he was here.
- Deputy Clay McCord: And you disagreed?
- Colonel Belknap: I told him it was a matter for the civilian authorities.
- Deputy Clay McCord: How'd he take it?
- Colonel Belknap: Well, let's say he's a lawman, not a diplomat.
- Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: Deception is one of the basic rules of battle tactics. You hit on a dandy scheme, Mr. McCord, and I'm one leader that ain't afraid to take a chance on something new.
- [while Sarge and Clay and a dozen army men defended empty wagons from the Gatling gun gang, Simon drove a buillion filled cart to the railroad depot by himself]
- Deputy Clay McCord: There's not much chance of you makin' a bad guess, Simon.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Well, the reckon ain't one hundred percent. It's the bad guesses you remember when you're wheelin' a long on a grub wagon full of buillion with two days of travel ahead of ya. Maybe you're just as glad you are alone in case your schemin' went sour.