- Con Man: [Sarcastically to the Prospector] I never forget a face, young man, but in your case I'll make an exception.
- Prospector: There was a trial.
- Con Man: What happened?
- Prospector: A man was murdered.
- Con Man: Just one? A slow day!
- Judge: It may not look it, but you are in a court of law. Justice doesn't need a courthouse or trapping of any kind... only order and truth.
- 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!
- 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: 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?