- Marshal Simon Fry: I want to have a few words with Marshal Harris.
- Sergeant Hapgood Tasker: Mr. Fry, you want me to help you talk to him?
- Marshal Simon Fry: No, Sarge, you're a fightin' man.
- [Fry accuses Harris of provided inside information to outlaws]
- Marshal Simon Fry: The only gold in that shipment this morning was in the driver's teeth, Jason, and everybody knew it but you.
- Clay McCord: Now, Simon, don't talk about Marshal Harris like he was a common criminal.
- Marshal Simon Fry: He ain't - he's a special kind. First I've run into in twenty years in this business.
- [Clay joins Simon who is hiding among cattails in a lake's shallows]
- Marshal Simon Fry: You sure took your sweet time gettin' here.
- Clay McCord: I was waitin' for the sun to warm the water a bit.
- Clay McCord: How's the report goin'?
- Marshal Simon Fry: Sometimes I wonder what a marshal needs most - a fast gun or a flowery pen.
- [Simon returns Harris' badge]
- Marshal Simon Fry: Pin it on.
- Marshal Jason Harris: It's a mite tarnished.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Those things shine right up with a little effort.
- [last lines]
- Clay McCord: Ain't you?
- Marshal Simon Fry: Ain't I what?
- Clay McCord: Ever gonna grow a tough hide?
- Marshal Simon Fry: Go on about your business, Deputy. I just found the words to finish my report.