Black Bart

Lance Hardeen:
There was something familiar about that kick in the pants I took.

Charles E. Boles:
You must be awfully sensitive to be able to tell one from another.

Lance Hardeen:
One thing about being a crook. You can spot another crook at fifty paces.

Sheriff Gordon:
The scum of the whole country is coming west by the wagon-load. We got more criminals than we have citizens.

Jersey Brady:
Sounds like an up-and-coming country. Looks like we arrived just in time.

Jersey Brady:
There ain't no permanence in this business. You just begin to like somebody and he turns up dead.

Lance Hardeen:
You can lose a lot of people you don't like that way, too.

Charles E. Boles:
I'd like to know why you blew up that tree. You might have killed somebody.

Jersey Brady:
I figured it out. No tree, no hanging.

Charles E. Boles:
Lola, I've been working on something for two years. Something that will make me the biggest man in this part of the country. I'm within an inch of doing it now. You wouldn't want me to quit at this point.

Lola Montez:
The biggest man in the cemetery is still pretty small.

Clark:
I've got an idea that's bigger than anything you've ever heard. It'll take time... and it'll take brains.

Charles E. Boles:
I got plenty of time.

Jersey Brady:
Are we splitting up?

Charles E. Boles:
That's the general idea.

Lance Hardeen:
Why?

Charles E. Boles:
You're bad news, Lance. You're not interested enough in growing old.

Lance Hardeen:
You have to take chances in this line of work.

Charles E. Boles:
Not as many as I've been taking with you.

Lance Hardeen:
What about that $3000 we have buried at Sage Fork.

Charles E. Boles:
We split it.

Lance Hardeen:
How?

Charles E. Boles:
We can't all go together. The first one there takes his share and leaves the rest.

Lance Hardeen:
You must trust me a lot, Charlie.

Charles E. Boles:
I do. Besides, I 've got a faster horse.

Lance Hardeen:
You're hanging two innocent men!

Charles E. Boles:
You call that evidence?

Lola Montez:
There's enough uncertainty about marriage without sitting home wondering what tree your husband is hanging from that night.

Lola Montez:
Wouldn't it be a little crowded on the honeymoon? You and me and the hanging party?

Charles E. Boles:
I'll leave them at home.

Lola Montez:
Mr. and Mrs. Black Bart. Somehow it doesn't sound too permanent.

Charles E. Boles:
You have to admit, it doesn't sound dull.

Lola Montez:
How did you know I was on that stage?

Charles E. Boles:
Very simple. There's posters of you from here to the Mexican border.

Lola Montez:
Is that why you chose to rob that particular stage? Because I was on it?

Charles E. Boles:
Well, the $10,000 they were carrying didn't keep me away, either.

Charles E. Boles:
I'll be generous about your faults if you'll be generous about mine.

Lola Montez:
Robbin' stagecoaches hardly comes under the heading of a minor vice.

Clark:
Are you in trouble?

Charles E. Boles:
In Nevada and everywhere east of there I am. Here, I'm all right.

Charles E. Boles:
What are you two doing in town?

Jersey Brady:
Getting out of Texas, mostly.

Jersey Brady:
Something has been bothering me lately.

Lance Hardeen:
What's that?

Jersey Brady:
We've been run out of Kansas, Nevada, Texas and New Mexico and Arizona. What do we do when we run out of places.

Lance Hardeen:
Move further west.

Jersey Brady:
There's an ocean out there someplace.

Lance Hardeen:
We could start back in Kansas again. They must have a new sheriff by this time.

Lance Hardeen:
You don't seem to be nervous traveling alone.

Lola Montez:
Should I be?

Lance Hardeen:
This is dangerous country for a woman traveling alone.

Lola Montez:
I've never been in one that wasn't.