I wanna know everything he does, Pete. Phone calls, mail...In the meantime, I'll crowd him a little, see if he's got any iron in his blood.

[to Macreedy] These rooms here is for us cowboys...when I'm in town. And I'm in town, as any fool can see.

You want to register a complaint, boy? To register a complaint, you've got to have evidence, boy. You got evidence?

Send a wire to Nick Gandi in Los Angeles. Tell him to find out everything he can about John J. Macreedy...Tell him I want to know fast. Don't get too nervous too fast, Hector...you're as jumpy as a stall horse...And while you wait I'll talk to him.

You're not Sheriff any more. You're so pathetic you just lost a job.

I was just wondering what all you people are worrying about...Not that I have the slightest idea...I hold no truck with silence. I've got nothing to hide...It's just that you worry about the stranger only if you look at him from a certain aspect. From my perspective, I look upon him with the innocence of a fresh-laid egg.

[to Macreedy] You might be a potential customer...Everybody is - I get 'em comin' and goin'.

[to Macreedy] Well, you got at least till dark. They'd be afraid to see each other's faces.

Four years ago, something terrible happened here. We did nothing about it. Nothing! The whole town fell into a sort of settled melancholy, and all the people in it closed their eyes, and held their tongues, and failed the test with a whimper. And now something terrible's going to happen again. And, in a way, we're lucky because we've been given a second chance.