Harold Mendez:
I hoped I had seen the last of you.
Kirby Frye:
Maybe you're hallucinating.
Harold Mendez:
If you ain't corn liquor, son, you're just a bad nightmare.
Harold Mendez:
How can you tell the difference?
Kirby Frye:
Because I can get over a hangover.
Phil Sundeen:
I thought you hired out to anybody with a price.
Clay Jordan:
So did I... but sometimes you get to thinking about things you thought you already knew.
Chuluha:
You move too quiet for a white man.
Sheriff John Danaher:
Well, maybe you make too much noise for an Indian.
R.D. Tindal:
Why, you've been a deputy here for 20 years and look at ya! You're insolent, you're illiterate, you haven't taken a bath in a month... and you dress like a buffalo hunter!
Kirby Frye:
I don't think you understood who I am, mister.
Lt. Davis:
Oh, we understand who you are. You're a horse's ass lawman who has just lost his badge. So I guess that just makes you a plain old horse's ass, doesn't it?
Edith Hanasain:
Frye must have done something really stupid.
Haig Hanasain:
Oh, he did! He tried to uphold the law in this piss-ant town.
Dandy Jim:
You got a plan?
Kirby Frye:
Sure! We ride in and they give themselves up.
Dandy Jim:
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