Albuquerque

Cole Armin:
What's the matter with these folks? You'd think I had smallpox!

Juke:
Son, I'd rather have smallpox than the name of Armin in this town.

Cole Armin:
[to the crooked sheriff] You know, in Texas if the law don't move fast enough, a rope and a tree is the payoff for robbin' women and cold-blooded shoootin'.

Juke:
[Holding a gun on the casino crowd] Get back there, all of yuh! [Motioning to one of the men] You too! This is private and poisonal between my friend and that scorpion there!

Juke:
[Ominously] Sometimes dead men leave ghosts behind 'em!

Stage Passenger with Juke:
You and Pearl figure on holy matrimony?

Juke:
She don't like my whiskers.

Stage Passenger with Juke:
Then why don't you whack them off?

Juke:
Oh, Pearl wants me to, but I keep thinkin' about Samson.

Stage Passenger with Juke:
You mean Samson,the little tailor in Albuquerque?

Juke:
No, you heathen. Samson was a king. Lived in Egypt or Afrikee or someplace like that.

Stage Passenger with Juke:
Well, what about him?

Juke:
Well, he had a mane and whiskers just like mine. Strongest fella you ever seen. Pushed buildings over with his bare hands. Yes, sir. He had a gal, too, named Delilah.

Stage Passenger with Juke:
Didn't she like whiskers either?

Juke:
No, sir. Snuck in one night, clipped Samson slicker than a frog's belly. After that he was so durn weak, couldn't even break a toothpick!