- Parker Tillman: Come on, my friend, you have come to the right place. Harley, give this man a drink, deal him a hand, get him a woman, let him raise hell.
- Marshal Sam Best: Tillman, I'm here with my son.
- Parker Tillman: Make that two women.
- Marshal Sam Best: Tillman, I know it kills you to see people walk outta here with cash, but I'm keeping this.
- Parker Tillman: Oh Sam, you can leave with your measly hundred dollars, or you can walk out of here a partner in my newest mine. Just think of it, Sam, you could be a zinc baron!