- Con Toole: Jim Hardie, you son of a gun, how have you been, huh?
- Jim Hardie: Up to now, I was doin' just fine.
- Con Toole: Oh, well now, I don't want to upset a body, Jim. This here ain't personal, you know.
- Jim Hardie: When three men come at me with guns, I always take it personal.
- Con Toole: It's only because of Judge Jefferson. He's due in on the southbound stage and I've got a little business with him.
- Jim Hardie: Judge Jefferson? Is that the man who sent you away?
- Con Toole: Yep, that's right, for two years - two long years I've thought about it. Decided I'd do a little judgin' myself and you know what? I've sentenced Judge Jefferson to die.
- [Duke played solitaire while Jim Hardie killed a man with his bare hands]
- Jim Hardie: Hard-hearted Duke Tolliver. Nothing bothers him.
- Duke Tolliver: That's right.
- Jim Hardie: Then why don't you play your red ten on that black jack?