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: I see you've given this a lot of thought.