Bad Lands
1939
Henry Cluff: Sheriff, I'm so thirsty I could drink my Saturday bath... if I had one. Charlie Garth: One drop would kill the whole posse.
Rayburn: Why, you're just a little choosy how you kick the bucket, ain't ya? You're just a-figuring and a-worrying in that head of yours, thinking there will be a miracle... and you don't have to die at all. Well, I used to josh myself that way once, too. I sleep better now.
Sheriff Bill Cummings: You look like a man who wants to cash his chips. Keep talking that way and somebody might accommodate you.
(The posse is surrounded by Apaches who communicate with smoke signals) Charlie Garth: They sure say a lot with a little smoke.
Charlie Garth: Apaches don't do night work. It's against the rules of their God. They prefer the rosy dawn for murder. Sheriff Bill Cummings: Of course, Apache Jack's influence will be pretty ungodly.
Henry Cluff: Well, Adam may have been a fool, but at least they had to throw him out of Paradise.
Chick Lyman: Out here we don't pry into anybody's affairs. It just ain't healthy. Bob Mulford: Well, if my health isn't threatened by anything more dangerous than you, I won't worry much.
Rayburn: You know, when I first came out west, I heard it was a pretty dangerous place. I figured if a man took chances, he wouldn't last very long. But the more chances I took, the safer I got. Sheriff Bill Cummings: You know, Rayburn, I always had an idea you were a man trying to commit suicide.
Bob Mulford: Hey, Sweet, what are the Dragoons? Billy Sweet: For a veteran plainsman, you ain't very smart are you? Bob Mulford: Oh, I've never been very far west. Billy Sweet: Well, they're sort of a practicing ground for the hereafter. They're supposed to be mountains, but they're really the wrong place turned inside out.