Flint: I thought we'd come to a saloon. This place looks more like a funeral parlor.
Blacksmith: (to Flint) Politeness woulda saved you 50 cents, saddle tramp.
Loretta: (about Flint) Look at that pretty red hair. Bet he's handsome when he's cleaned up.
Dr. Shaw: (to Flint) Telling the doctor his job is a sure sign of recovery.
Hale: Flint, you put one drop of vengeful blood on the memory of your love and you'll destroy the meaning of it.