(Doc asks Al to care for Rev. Smith)
Al: I got the bag of shit?
Doc: You get to care for a human being at his last extremity.
Al: A human being at his last extremity is a bag of shit!
Doc: Aw, FUCK YOU AL!!!
Al: (pause) I’ll send somebody over to pick him up.
Seth: (to General Crook) The camp’s sheriff can be bought off for half a can of bacon grease.
Capt. Bubb: That gopher faced merchant’s agent? (referring to E.B.) He’s trying for our eye teeth, General. I’d rather reprovision with the fucking Sioux.
Joanie: (attempting to comfort Alma) If he was here, I’d wish a beating mornings and evenings on my daddy like your pa took today.
Al: You have the document of inquiry from Chicago?
Clagett: The murder warrant. Yes, Al, I do.
Al: On your person?
Clagett: Yes. Make the appropriate gesture, and the constable hand of the past will no longer weigh upon you.
Al: (looking at Adams) What man couldn’t that be said about?
(Adams steps forward and cuts Magistrate Clagett’s throat)
Al: Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.