Broken Trail

Tom Harte:
[after killing the man who stole from them, Harte returns to find his uncle teaching the girls English] So I went and got our horses and our money... had to stretch a fella... and you start a finishing school for Chinese girls.

Prentice Ritter:
I get rousted out of my sleep sometimes when Nature calls. I find there's something frightening 'bout that hour of the night 'cause there ain't no foolin' yourself 'bout what you done or what you hadn't done with your life.

Prentice Ritter:
Without marriage and women we'd all have been drunk, shot ourselves to death, or died of the clap.

Prentice Ritter:
A man like that ain't worth the food he eats much less the price of a decent rope.

[last lines]

Prentice Ritter:
[narration] We're all travelers in this world. From the sweet grass to the packing house. Birth 'til death. We travel between the eternities.

Big Rump Kate:
It's stupid sack of sh*t who believes he can waltz into this country with a wagon full of women and thinks he ain't yn for trouble.

Gilpin:
You kiss your mama with that mouth?

Prentice Ritter:
This deal gets more interesting by the day, I tell you.

Tom Harte:
This deal's getting less profitable by the day.

Prentice Ritter:
Never use money to measure wealth, son.

Big Rump Kate:
You boys thinkin' of gettin' in the skin trade? Well, let me set you straight. The gold I mine from this burg I don't get from diggin'. There ain't a shot of whiskey, a hand of poker, or any fella that wants to dip his wick that I don't get a cut of.

Tom Harte:
We're just passing through.

Big Rump Kate:
Whattya take for your trouble?

Gilpin:
We came here to eat and have a bit of whiskey. That's it.

Big Rump Kate:
C'mon. mister, everything has a price.

Tom Harte:
Not everything.

Nola Johns:
Most men are afraid of failure in this world. It seems like some are afraid of success.

Prentice Ritter:
We're all travelers in this world - from sweet grass to the packin' house - birth till death - we travel between the eternities.

Marshall Bill Miller:
That's a nice bunch a horses you got there. You got papers on em I suppose?

Prentice Ritter:
You got a badge I suppose?

Marshall Bill Miller:
Well, no need to get all puffed up...