Hawks: (about Wooster's stew) You oughta be careful, Mr. Strode. If you eat it, you'll probably wish that bullet had hit a little closer.
Wooster: Everybody gets old. Everybody don't get scared.
Packer: I'm lookin' for a man.
Wooster: We got a mess of 'em.
Packer: Right now, I ain't got no sense of humor.
Hawks: (to Packer) Just because we're gonna feed you doesn't mean we like you.
Packer: (to Hawks) If that fellow with Strode is a friend of yours, you're gonna be short a friend.
Packer: What are you gonna do now, McCullough?
Flint: That depends on you.
Packer: You a hard one, boy?
Flint: Try me.
Packer: You better be.
Flint: You think $5,000 is enough to kill a man like Bill Strode?
Packer: I'd do it for a chaw of Kentucky Twist.
Packer: I wouldn't jump a man when he's pourin' liquor. That'd be a downright waste.
Strode: Gimme a drink, Flint.
Flint: It won't do you any good.
Strode: Don't preach to me, Flint! Gimme a drink!