- Larry Delong: [interior monologue] I could have taken that shotgun away from Lewellyn and wrapped it around his fat ears, but it might have meant shooting some misguided people who might have thought the right thing was to keep me in town. There was only one person left who might help me: Fritz, who ran a dirty little cantina which few self-respecting people ever entered. He'd do anything for a fast dollar.
- Fritz: Fifteen years I'm married to her and only one boy! Such luck nobody should have! I'm sorry. I,-I,-I,-I don't know what to do! I get so upset I don't know what language I'm talking!
- Larry Delong: [interior monologue] I didn't want to draw, especially against the law, but nobody was taking my gun away from me.