The Deacon: Now we made a bargain. I'm gonna build you a church and you'll gonna lead me to some gold. Remember? But, Lord, you're not helping at all!
Pitcalin: I figure I'll meet the Apaches sooner or later. I guess I'd rather it be later.
Unnamed Man: [handing Pitcalin a flintlock rifle] Whatcha doin' with such an old timer, Mr Pitcalin?
Pitcalin as an Older Man: Well, it's an old friend.
Two Card Charlie: Hey, Pitcalin, if I come across your carcasses, I'll toss a cactus flower on'em.