Cole : The girl was right; they're still up there. Bull Harris : Sure are... hit me right in the bugle!

Mississippi : Want me to go with you? Bull Harris : Yeah, if I get shot you can bring back the food.

Cole : [after the gunfight in the church]  Where'd you come from? Bull Harris : I heard a noise!

Doctor Donovan : You know these wounds were made by buckshot don't you? Cole : I thought they were. Doctor Donovan : Who was using a shotgun? Cole : A certain young man... Mississippi : I was using a shotgun, Doc. Doctor Donovan : You. I thought you was on there side. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : He was. Mississippi : I told you I was no good with a gun. Bull Harris : Trouble is, Doc, Cole was in front of the gun. The safe place is behind Mississippi when he shoots that thing.

Bull Harris : Watch it, the way your hand's shaking don't let it get near the trigger. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Now don't you get on me, Bull. Bull Harris : I ain't started yet.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Bull, I need you. Bull Harris : You what? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I need you, Bull. Bull Harris : Now if you start being nice to me, I'll quit you for sure. Shock'd be too much. I'd sooner have you hungover and nasty. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Speaking of that, how about a little drink, Bull? Bull Harris : Darn it. Took you a long time to think of that one.

Bull Harris : I reckon he's got a more interesting misery than you got Sheriff. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Look Doc, I don't wanna take up your time but, er, mine's still bleeding.

Cole : When do you expect the United States Marshal? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Oh man, I don't remember the last time he was here. Bull Harris : He was here. You gave him a big welcome. Flung a bottle at him. Cole : An empty bottle? Bull Harris : Yeah, he wasn't that far gone.

Bull Harris : ...might have anyhow if I wasn't tryin' to figure out what that fella's got on his head. Mississippi : It called a hat. Bull Harris : Well, I'll have to take your word for it.

Cole : Where is Mississippi? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Who is Mississippi? Cole : Well that's the kid... fella that was around with us all night. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Where is he? Cole : That's what I was asking Bull. Bull Harris : Across the street at the stable. Saw someone pointing a gun after us. Cole : He ought to know better than that. Bull Harris : You want me to go after him? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Bull, you certainly ought to know better. Bull Harris : The first time in two months I've felt like doing nothing for you, now you don't want me to do it. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Was there something wrong with that or is it just my hangover? Bull Harris : You made better sense when you was drinking.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Joe never was much good on that piano, was he? Bull Harris : No, and you shooting them strings out didn't help none either.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Bull, you go on shooting, we'll try to move up a little closer. Bull Harris : Just give me another gun and I'll play Marching Through Georgia.

Bull Harris : [Cole gets ready to punch J.P]  Cole! He won't feel it. Cole : Well I owe him one.

Cole : Either one of ya know a fast way to sober a man up? Bull Harris : A bunch of howlin' indians out for hair'll do it quicker'n anything I know.

Bull Harris : He ain't put that stopper back in that bottle in a coon's age.

Bull Harris : [while mixing the hangover cure]  Here's your gunpowder. Cole : *Gunpowder?* Bull Harris : Yup. Mississippi remembered it on the way to the store. Mississippi : Put it in, Bull. Bull Harris : All of it? Mississippi : Uh-huh, all of it. Cole : I hope you don't... blow him up!

Bull Harris : [about Cole and Mississippi going on patrol]  If you're gonna do that, here's a couple of badges. [gives them to Cole and Mississippi]  Bull Harris : Now, raise your right hand. [they do as told]  Bull Harris : I forgot the words, but you better say 'I do'! Cole , Mississippi : I do! Bull Harris : Now you're deputies! Mississippi : You suppose these will do any good if somebody takes a shot at us? Bull Harris : Give them a good mark to shoot at.