The Outrage

Juan Carrasco:
I could have had hundreds women, but for you I take big chance.

Prospector:
Shut up, you! This is a preacher standing here.

Con Man:
Preacher? It can't be! He woke me up. They usually put me to sleep.

Prospector:
[to the Preacher] Don't pay him no mind.

Preacher:
Who is he?

Prospector:
He's a con man... a swindler... an old scalawag.

Con Man:
How else can a man live to be old nowadays?

Con Man:
[Sarcastically to the Prospector] I never forget a face, young man, but in your case I'll make an exception.

Preacher:
I can understand a storm. It's a natural thing not meant to harm anyone, but the violence of men, their cruelty, their savageness... to one another... to themselves!

Juan Carrasco:
[to the Wife] Senora, you cook up the pot of tamales. I just peeck up the lid!

Prospector:
[Describing finding the dead body] No, just one look at that face, and I got out of there as fast as I could!

Con Man:
[laughs] Now, what makes people so jittery about the dead? Why, some of my best friends are corpses... the only ones I can trust! Oh, sure, they stink a little but no more than a few alive ones that I know.

Prospector:
There was a trial.

Con Man:
What happened?

Prospector:
A man was murdered.

Con Man:
Just one? A slow day!

Con Man:
[laughing after hearing a description of the corpse] Ah, hah-hah! I know, I know. You know, they all look so surprised... them cadavers. [Chuckles] I bet death must be a lot different than anybody thinks.

Preacher:
Is truth the luxury of the rich?