Adams: (to Martin) In case your Mr. Hanford don't know it, I'm not runnin' a marriage service out here.
Ann: Don't you think it's kinda silly for me to trapse off in the middle of the night?
Mark: My father has his ways but I guess you've already found that out.
Flint: You talkin' about ridin' into the Cheyenne camp?
Hanford: I'm talkin' about takin' what's mine.
Fint: (to Hanford) What good's a dead wife--even in a red dress?
Flint: (to Mark) Now I understand. It's not your father you hate, it's yourself.
Hanford: (to Mark) Somethin' you better understand too. I don't ask for quarter and I don't aim to give none either.