Bob: We brought you along because you're supposed to be the big man with the iron; but I think now I could even out pull you.
Rio: You're probably right, Bob. You probably could put six in me by the time I put that one into you.

Bob: What about Longworth?
Rio: Nothin' about him. In the mornin' I'll kill him and then we'll rob that bank.

[Bob and Harvey are watching Longworth whip Rio]
Harvey: We better get down there and do something.
Bob: Do something? Not this old horse; Longworth's got enough shotguns down there to start a war. Besides, this might help get some of that snot-nose out of him.

[Modesto is attempting to stop Bob from double crossing Rio]
Bob: I'm real disappointed in you, Modesto; pullin' a gun on an old saddle pal like that.
Chico: One more word and I will kill you!
Bob: One more word, huh? Let me see if I can think of one. How about g-r-e-a-s-e-r? Greaser?
[Modesto pulls his trigger and realizes that Bob has unloaded his gun during the night]
Bob: Lookin' for these, Modesto? (throws cartridges at him)
Harvey: (laughing) Eat 'em, greaser.
Chico: (throws his gun at Bob)Banditos!
Bob: You had a good life, Modesto. (shoots him)

[Rio has just bluffed his way out of jail with an empty pistol]
Rio: Looky here, Lon; wasn't loaded.