Wil Oxley: Why did my father kill himself?
Marshal Frank Patch: I don't know, son.
Wil Oxley: Tell me! Tell me!
Marshal Frank Patch: A long time ago, a man was killed... shot in the back.
Wil Oxley: My father did it?
Marshal Frank Patch: Nobody knew for sure who did it.
Wil Oxley: You knew. Why didn't he hang?
Marshal Frank Patch: There was nothing to be gained by hanging. The dead man had a child - a son. Your father agreed to raise him as his own.

Marshal Frank Patch: Do you want to know something, Dan?
Dan Joslin: What?
Marshal Frank Patch: You're a bad liar. If you want to succeed in this world, you got to learn to be a good liar.

Lou Trinidad: Civilization is a wonderful thing, ain't it, Doc?
Doc Adams: If they ever got it started it might work.

Claire Quintana: You mean that, didn't you?
Marshal Frank Patch: Mean what?
Claire Quintana: About marrying me.
Marshal Frank Patch: Yeah.
Claire Quintana: When, Frank?
Marshal Frank Patch: Right now.
Claire Quintana: Can a bride have an hour to get ready?
Marshal Frank Patch: It'll take you that long?
Claire Quintana: Uh-huh.
Marshal Frank Patch: Well, all right, but hurry up.
Claire Quintana: Frank?
Marshal Frank Patch: Yeah?
Claire Quintana: What about the preacher? He might want to be in on this.

[discussing Frank Patch]
Lester Locke: There's that mayor over there drumming up a meeting with all those rich and proper jackasses - hollering and shouting around, quoting some stupid law or bylaw. Then they'll all go stomping down to the jailhouse, take a look at God Almighty, then he'll take one good look back at 'em, and they'll all wet their britches and go on home.