- Buck: Which way are you ridin', Preacher?
- The Preacher: Well, that's not exactly settled in my mind yet.
- Buck: Well, you got three possibilities.
- The Preacher: Oh?
- Buck: North, south or east.
- The Preacher: What happened to west?
- Buck: We're going west.
- Buck: [Charges into the gambling room, kicks down the door, and shoots the men with his double barrel pistols shouting] I'm Buck!
- The Preacher: Where are you gonna find that money?
- Buck: I don't know.
- The Preacher: If it was me, I'd look for money where money's kept. Like in a bank or an express office.