- [Sam and Simons are brawling in the saloon]
- Martha Evans: Does that look like a conspiracy to you?
- Hilary: The thieves have fallen out.
- Hilary: Vindicator, you've got to stand on your own four feet. I mean it! You're a British bull with uncommon good sense and fine ancestors. We've had some fine times together. Now you've got to prove yourself and prove that Father was right. Go on.
- Martha Evans: Time for me to admit that this is longhorn country; that you're its lord and master?
- Bowen: A man in love is neither lord nor master of himself.
- [first lines]
- Martha Evans: What on earth are they doing?
- Ellsworth: It's called bulldogging, ma'am. That's Bulldog Burnett. He works for my outfit.
- Hilary: Well, it's a perfectly silly way to handle cattle if you ask me.
- [Ellsworth hopes to entertain Martha without Sam's interference]
- Ellsworth: Now look, Sam, be short, be polite and then be on your way.
- Hilary: I'll just drive along; just drive and drive and drive while you two consort.
- Martha Evans: Oh, really, Hilary, do you call an innocent canter consorting?
- Hilary: No, but I call a half-a-day gallop a romp.
- Hilary: You decided to play Mr. Ellsworth's game.
- Martha Evans: He certainly is not like him.
- Hilary: Oh, no? One was willing to buy a bull he didn't want and one was willing to sell one he didn't have.
- Bowen: Ya cannot live with dreams. It's time to stop dreamin' and live for this day... and the next day.
- Harter: One morning you'll wake up to a train whistle and there won't be any more cattle drives. Yes sir, in a few years, it will all be gone. At least-wise, the way we knew it.
- Martha Evans: How dare you hit that man!
- Burnett: Well, he was going to shoot me!
- Martha Evans: Now really, Mr. Burnett, you have a predisposition to violence of which I heartily disapprove.
- Burnett: Yes, ma'am.
- Burnett: Just one thing, ma'am. If you're dead set on making this trip to Texas, you're going the wrong way.
- Martha Evans: Oh, thank you, Mr. Burnett. You are a very capable guide.
- Burnett: Well, I can tell north from south.
- Bowen: You shut your gob, woman! Out here, it's Alexander Bowen what gives the orders and you womenfolk listen to what I have to say. Is that clear to ya?
- [Martha slaps Bowen's face, Burnett cracks up at the sight]
- Martha Evans: You pompous, foul-smelling tyrant! I want that boy moved where he can be looked after.
- Hilary: But I think we should go to the sheriff and have Mr. Burnett thrown into the hoosegow.
- Martha Evans: The what?
- Hilary: The jail, jug... *Old Bailey*.
- Martha Evans: Why on Earth shold we do thing like that?
- Hilary: Because they plan to kidnap Vindicator and Mr. Burnett is in cahoots with them.
- Martha Evans: What's this 'ca-hoots'? Sounds awful!
- Hilary: Cahoots - conspiracy. Anyway, he said he'd meet them in the pub. It has something to do with that Mr. Taylor.
- Martha Evans: Hilary, Mr. Taylor is an Englishman.
- Hilary: So was Captain Kidd!
- Martha Evans: The trouble with appearances, Mr. Bowen, is while beauty is skin deep, meanness runs all the way through.