Arizona

Peter Muncie:
A wagon train come in headin' for California and I'm joinin' up with it.

Phoebe Titus:
When?

Peter Muncie:
Sundown.

Phoebe Titus:
Well, sundown is a good time to leave. Indians don't hanker much for night fightin'.

Phoebe Titus:
Mr. Oury, am I hearing you right? Are you talking about giving Arizona back to the Indians?

Grant Oury:
That's one way of saying it, Phoebe.

Judge Bogardus:
Like Oury says, it's better to leave what we built here than get our bones picked clean by buzzards.

Phoebe Titus:
What did you ever build?

Phoebe Titus:
Are you asking me to marry you?

Peter Muncie:
Around about. Is there still something you don't like about me?

Phoebe Titus:
No, it's not that. If there wasn't something I didn't like about a man, I couldn't stand the sight of him.

Judge Bogardus:
Now, the prisoner at the bar, the charge against you is that you up and blowed the head plumb off of Gus Modesko. In consequence of which said shooting said Gus is deader than blazes. Are you guilty or not guilty?

Joe Briggs:
Well, Judge, I don't reckon I could say not guilty when everybody seen me do it.

Judge Bogardus:
Now what in tunket made you act like that, Joe?

Joe Briggs:
Drinking. Just drinking.

Judge Bogardus:
Well the verdict of this here tribunal is that Joe Briggs is fined five dollars for disturbing the peace. The court is hereby adjourned to Lazarus Ward's Bar where said fine will duly be disposed of.

Peter Muncie:
I figure it sounds crazy to most people...going to California just to see it. But there's a gallivanted bug in my blood and that's the way I am.

Phoebe Titus:
Now sometime before morning, I'm going to let off both barrels of this shotgun right at you. I don't know just what time it'll happen...whenever my finger gets to itching too much. But you can depend on it. You're gonna have a double hole blown clear through you. Maybe ten minutes, maybe two hours. All you have to do is sit comfortable until I think it's the right time.