Catlow

Catlow:
Now you keep those mules moving or we'll have those asses full of lead instead of gold.

Catlow:
Ben, it's maverick gold. It belongs to anyone who can round it up.

Cowan:
It don't belong to you. You can't steal from a man just because you don't know his name.

Miller:
Now, how good are you on a horse?

Catlow:
As good as the next man.

Miller:
You ain't heard the conditions. You ride this bronc with your hands tied behind your back... and your neck in that noose!

Cowan:
Well, you see, all I own is a couple of guns and a tin star and, of course, a beautiful new horse and saddle.

Christina:
Is that how you judge the worth of a man? By how much he owns?

Merridew:
You trust that injun?

Catlow:
Well, they trust you.

Merridew:
In that desert, I wouldn't trust no one. Especially me!

Catlow:
You know, for a smart boy like you, Rio, you're just plain dumb.

Merridew:
I sure hate to waste good liquor on a dead man.