Clyde Morton: Perhaps my partner and I can bail you out, Miss Merrill. I see you've been closed. What a shame.
Dusty McCade: Our offer still stands, Miss Merrill.
Lily: You can take your offer and...
Jake: Miss Lily...
Lily: Put salt and pepper on it, stuff it into a tortilla, and swallow it!
Hassayama Edwards: Saints of Temperance, I've been bilked, Marshal! I've been sold a bill of goods. They're nothing but common purveyors of whiskey.
Dan: Let's go get them, Johnny.
Hassayama Edwards: Marshal, wait for me! I intend to practice a little laying on of my hands myself.