- Traskel: I'd like to make a real good deal for him.
- [the horse]
- Johnny Yuma: Sorry, Money couldn't buy my horse.
- Traskel: [Traskel draws his gun] The way I deal, mister, doesn't leave a man much room for saying no. You better give your answer again, mister. Am I gonna get myself a free horse, or are you and me gonna haggle?
- Johnny Yuma: Deliver him that smote his brother, shall die for the life of his brother whom he slew.
- Johnny Yuma: [about the shackles] Still holding. Why don't you try another shot?
- Traskel: You been counting the shots, Yuma. You know we got only one shot left in my gun. I need two hands to reload. I don't figure you'd let me do that.
- Johnny Yuma: You figured right, Traskel. If you do a lot of shooting with the one who's tracking you, I get caught in the crossfire. And I wanna stay healthy.
- Traskel: Are you acquainted with your Bible, Yuma?
- Johnny Yuma: We're on pretty good terms, I guess.
- Traskel: It says: Deliver me from the hands of my brother whom I fear lest he will smote me. I flee from the face of my brother. Twins just don't don't kill their own brother. Why he's too close for that.
- The Stalker: I hated having to shoot a man who ain't right in his head. Poor Traskel, he got a bad deal all the way around.