Robert T. Bogue: Red

Red Dead Revolver

Red

Sheriff Bartlett: I'm not saying Griffon didn't deserve it... but he was the Governor. I'd hate to see ya hang after all you've done. 2000 dollars sound like a fair bounty?
Red: Give it to them.
[he points at Annie and Buffalo]
Red: It never was about the money.

Oscar Navarro: I know, but if it were me that lost an arm...
Verne Wiggins: Maybe, but a cannon, now that's too much gun for any man.
Dapper Dan: Aw, now you didn't know him before like I did. Only a cannon could replace that man's arm.
Red: How'd he lose his arm?
Dapper Dan: We ain't telling you nothing stranger. Far as I can tell, we ain't even talking to you.
Red: [he grabs Dan] Just answer my question and I'll be on my way.
Verne Wiggins: Don't tell that prairie dog nothing. Ain't that right Sam?
Sam: I reckon it is. Say goodnight Mister.

Annie Stoakes: I just need one more week. I can pay you the $5000 that I owe, but the governor is driving my ranch hands to leave and I just can't do it by myself.
Carnaby Peabody: Well why not sell up to the governor. You could always move into town and work in the saloon...
Annie Stoakes: The saloon? How dare you! I just need one more week...
Carnaby Peabody: Well I'm not sure the owner of this bank would approve...
Annie Stoakes: Maybe I can speak with him myself.
Carnaby Peabody: Sorry, but the Governor is too busy for the likes of you.
Annie Stoakes: To hell with that son of a bitch. He's lined his pockets with enough gold from that mine. What the hell does he need with my ranch?
[she bumps into Red on her way out]
Red: Ma'am.
Carnaby Peabody: Sorry about that. What can I do for you?
Red: I want my money.
Carnaby Peabody: We have a small problem...
Red: Then tell me about the gold in Bear Mountain that young lady was talking about.
Carnaby Peabody: We can't disclose the details of our customers...
Red: [grips him by his jacket] Then tell me where she lives... and when I get back you better have my gold.

Sheriff Bartlett: Fella such as yourself should know better than to stick his nose where it don't belong.
Red: Tell me about the one armed man.
Sheriff Bartlett: Hahaha! What's it to you?
Red: He killed my folks.
Sheriff Bartlett: Well I'll be darned! I heard rumours you were still alive, but I never believed it. You're Nate Harlow's son, Red!
Red: Tell me what you know about the death of my family.