Farnum, mayor and hotelier, in a soliloquy: "I see in Richardson, my chef, a household pet somehow walking upright."
The new county commissioner, on the security of gold-claim titles upon the arrival of the new county government: "You can't fuck the future. The future fucks you."
Sheriff Bullock to the new county commissioner, whom he just saved from being killed: "A beating short of murder might've done you some good."
The new county commissioner, in protective custody behind bars: "I'm thirsty."
Calamity Jane, Sheriff's deputee: "Lie on your back, take aim and piss."
(Quotation errors, if any, are mine.)
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