- Gil Favor: Old timers always say, 'It doesn't storm like it used to.' When you're on a trail drive, you get on intimate terms with the weather. You're away from home maybe eight, nine months, and you may not sleep under a roof the whole time. Rain, sleet, snow - whatever it has to offer, it's part of the job, my job. Gil Favor's the name, trail boss.
- Rowdy Yates: [the beeves are unsettled] Don't you think I know how?
- Gil Favor: You ever been in a bog run?
- Rowdy Yates: Well, yeah, you know I haven't.
- Gil Favor: Well, you try it. Maybe tonight. Now just keep on singing to 'em, sweet and low, just enough to let them know you're there. Lika a lullaby.
- Gil Favor: And how'd you spot the troublemaker?
- Rowdy Yates: Well, he was the first one on his feet. He was the troublemaker all right.
- Gil Favor: You're not as smart as I thought you was. You should have cut him out of the herd straightaway, taken him downwind, cut his throat. But, outside of that, good work.
- [Rowdy is confused by the back-handed half-compliment from his Boss]
- Lucky Markley: 30 something head. I ain't counted 'em lately.
- Gil Favor: Where did you get 'em?
- Lucky Markley: Out of the brush.
- Gil Favor: Whose brush?
- Lucky Markley: Mr Favor, my loop's regulation size, but my temperature ain't.
- Teddy: Well, when you're dealing with beeves you need to be lucky.
- Lucky Markley: Somebody call me?
- Gil Favor: I hardly think so. We don't rightly know what to call you.
- Lucky Markley: Oh, Lucky Marley. 'Cos the Lucky is just a nickname, mostly because I never had much myself. You know what I mean?
- Gil Favor: No, don't know what you mean.
- Lucky Markley: Well, luck, I always seem to bring it to folks. Well, like I brung it to you. And the running stopped.
- Rowdy Yates: I did that!
- Pete Nolan: [the interpreter] There they are, Mr Favor. If we give them 10 steers, rifles, sugar, coffee, tobacco
- Gil Favor: Tell him to blow it up his elbow.
- Pete Nolan: That's kind of rough inside.
- Gil Favor: What does he say to that?
- Pete Nolan: He's telling me in detail how he's gonna cut us up. I don't know where they get all them ideas.
- Rowdy Yates: What about the Comanches then?
- Gil Favor: If they're coming, they'll come. We've got enough to worry about with this herd. So let's get to it.
- Lucky Markley: I don't scare easy, Mister. But I stayed alive this long by knowing when my hand was secondhand.
- Rowdy Yates: If I did something wrong I'd like to be told about it.
- Gil Favor: If I told you every time you did something wrong, we'd still be in San Antone.
- Gil Favor: Those scrawny slab-sighted no-good scrub cows!
- Lucky Markley: They're that bad, huh?
- Gil Favor: Worse, wild, troublemakers. I've got enough troublemakers as it is.
- Lucky Markley: Well, all right then. Just let me go along with you to the next town.
- Gil Favor: You must've spent 2, 3 months hard work rounding up that bunch.
- Lucky Markley: My hard luck.
- Gil Favor: All right. Let's have it. Why are you so almighty anxious to get away from here?
- Lucky Markley: Comanches.