Rio: You may be a one eyed jack around here, but I've seen the other side of your face.
Rio: Get up! Get up, you scum suckin' pig!
Rio: Get up, you big tub of guts!
Bob: [referring to Rio's busted gun hand] It's been six weeks. That hand ain't gettin' no better. I say we lay for Longworth with shotguns and then go rob that bank.
Rio: Ambushin' folks ain't exactly my style, Bob.
Bob: I'd say your style's gettin' a bit slow. We brought you along because you're supposed to be the big man with the iron; but now, I think I could even out pull you.
Rio: [Putting his hand on his gun butt] You're probably right, Bob. You probably could get six into me by the time I get that one into you.
[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)
Deputy Lon Dedrick: You ain't gettin' no older than tomorrow.
Rio: I don't know, Dad. You may not want me around too long. You may be retired from robbin' banks, Dad; but I'm still in business.
Longworth: You've been tryin' to get yourself hung for the last fifteen years Kid. This time I think you might have made it.
Bob: This is part that's goin' to tickle you; the sheriff in that town is named Dad Longworth.
[Rio has just bluffed his way out of jail with an empty pistol]
Rio: Looky here, Lon; wasn't loaded.