Bart Jason : You just going to sit there, Mcleod? Nelse McLeod : [Facing down Mississippi's sawed-off shotgun]  ... Well there really isn't very much I can do right now, is there, Jason?

[Cole Thornton is turning down Bart Jason]  Bart Jason : Since when did hired guns get choosy? You're paid to take... Cole : I'm paid to risk my neck. I'll decide where and when I'll do it. This isn't it. Bart Jason : Ya know, Thornton, I got an idea you just don't want to go up against Sheriff J.P. Harrah. Cole : You know, you're just about right? Bart Jason : You think he's that good? Cole : I tell ya he's that good.

Bart Jason : [Thornton is trying to distract McLeod outside of Jason's saloon]  Didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Thornton. Cole : Hello, McLeod. Bart Jason : I said... Nelse McLeod : My show, Jason. Hi, Thornton. Cole : There's a little question... unanswered between us. Nelse McLeod : Which one of us is best? Cole : That's right. Nelse McLeod : I don't think we're gonna find out the answer to that question. Cole : No? Nelse McLeod : No. Your gun hand's no good. Cole : You just give me time to get down off of this wagon and we'll find out. Nelse McLeod : Why should I give you any time? Cole : Call it professional courtesy. Bart Jason : Don't listen to him. Why should you give him time? Nelse McLeod : Curiosity, Jason. Cole : [Bull blows his bugle, and when McLeod around, Thornton dives of the wagon and mortally wounds McLeod with a hidden gun]  McLeod? Nelse McLeod : You didn't give me any chance at all, did you? Cole : No, I didn't. You're too good to give a chance to. Nelse McLeod : Yeah. I let a one-armed man take me.