- July: Yeah, I believe a fella would believe most anything if all he ever saw was the ass end of a cow.
- Tom Jefferd: Those savages are crazy! They come running in here, jabbin' at us with those sticks, and then runnin' off hollerin'. One of 'em got me right here in the shoulder... just light as a feather.
- July: Countin' coup.
- Tom Jefferd: What?
- July: I'm saying that's just like the Indian... for the glory of it, that's all. They ain't much for killin'.
- B.D.: Now, that town marshal, he don't look like much neither. But I don't believe they give him that badge just to keep his vest from flappin'.
- [B.D. and John survive a gunfight]
- B.D.: Well, as you said, it was them or us.
- John T. Coleman: Well, it should have been us. They were the ones in the right.