Sheriff Franklin Hunt: Say goodbye to my wife. I'll say hello to yours.

John Brooder: Smart men don't get married.

Chicory: That tea smells gruesome.

Sheriff Franklin Hunt: It's soup.

Chicory: Oh. You think I can have some?

Chicory: You know, I know the world's supposed to be round, but I'm not so sure about this part.

Sheriff Franklin Hunt: Pain is how your body talks to you. You'd do well to listen to it.

John Brooder: I'm far too vain to ever live as a cripple.

Chicory: Mr. Brooder just educated two Mexicans on the meaning of Manifest Destiny.

Samantha: This is why frontier life is so difficult. Not because of the Indians or the elements but because of the idiots.

Buddy: This is not the time for womanly imaginings.

Chicory: Gotta taste better than people!

John Brooder: I Should Go With You, Since I'm Most Experienced With Killing Indians

[brief pause]

John Brooder: That's Not A Boast

[Beat]

John Brooder: That's A Fact!

The Professor: They Don't Eat Negros

Chicory: What/Why Are They Poisonous?