Clara Allen: Did you give that boy your name before you left Montana?

Woodrow Call: I gave him my horse.

Clara: You gave him your horse, but not your name?

Woodrow: I put a lot more value on the animal than I do my name.

Woodrow Call: Things sure have changed since the last time I was here. It's all growed up.

Augustus McCrae: Of course it's growed up, Woodrow. We killed all the Indians and bandits so the bankers could move in.

Woodrow: Only a fool would want the Indians back.

Gus: Has it ever occurred to you, Woodrow; that all the work we done was for the bankers? Hell, we killed off everybody made this country interestin'!