The Sheriff: You're a slick, cunning wolf, Zanti, but I finally got ya.

Pandro Zanti: You forgot, Señor Sheriff, wolves run in packs. And mine is not far behind.

The Sheriff: To Zanti after he shackles him to a bed frame: Reckon that'll hold ya.

John Tobin: I'm not so sure.

The Sheriff: This is my business. I ain't never lost a prisoner yet.

Dusty: Heh... You never had one to lose.