Harpe: I've known a lot of women, Kitty, but never one like you.
Kitty: I hope you mean that as a compliment.
Brisbane: What evil reason did you have for paying my dues?
Harpe: You let me buy you a drink and I'll explain.
Brisbane: Just maybe you've got me figured wrong.
Harpe: I don't think so but if I do, you better figure I'm not a coward. I'll kill for what I want.
Hale: (about Brisbane) He's an agnostic.
Wooster: What's that? Sounds like a rotten egg or something.
Kitty: What kind of man are you?
Brisbane: Oh, I'm just a hired hand--like you. (gets slapped by Kitty) I'd sure hate to put a gun in your hands.
Brisbane: Horse stealing is a worse offense than wife beating. How's that for justice?
Martha: Myles Brisbane, if I didn't know you better I'd think you were raised in the gutters of Boston.
Brisbane: (about Kitty) Have you any idea what this beautiful lady means to me?
Martha: No, and I'm not dying to find out.
Wooster: One gunshot don't mean nothin'.
Brisbane: One at Concord was heard around the world.
Wooster: Must have been an awful big gun.
Brisbane: You kill one man, you get hung. Another, you get a medal.