Morgan (to the bartender): Whiskey.
Nichols (tosses a coin on the counter): Allow me. You'll need all of those you can get to come up with that five thousand by tomorrow night.
Morgan: I haven't seen any real money in this town yet.
Nichols: You picked it, I didn't. You told me this is where all the big cattle men come to town. There's only one bright spot in this whole trip - this Sanford woman.
Morgan: What about her?
Nichols: If it wasn't for a promise of some interesting moments with her, I'd be tempted to finish you off now and leave.