John Marston: Excuse me. Excuse me, sir, you need help? Mister, you alive?
Nigel West Dickens: Bugger fuck! Goddammit! Good heavens!
Marston: Excuse me?
West Dickens: I said, no, I'm not okay. Do I look like I'm okay?
Marston: You look pretty good for a corpse.
West Dickens: Praise be.
Marston: Move up, mister. Time to get you to a doctor, or an undertaker, whichever you need once we get to town.
West Dickens: St. Peter, open up them pearly gates... I'm coming home!
Marston: Come on, mister. Come on.
- (Marston helps West Dickens into the wagon)
West Dickens: Hurry, sir. I'm bleeding like a badly butchered hog.
Marston: You'll be fine. Just focus.
West Dickens: You better take the reins. I don't think I'm strong enough. I'm finished! Done for!
Marston: Just sit up straight, will you?
- (Marston climbs on to the wagon as well and begins to ride)
West Dickens: Head for Armadillo, friend! What is your name, friend?
Marston: John Marston.
West Dickens: Oh, good god! Out of the frying pan into the fire!
Marston: Excuse me?
West Dickens: How many outlaws can a man encounter in one day?
Marston: You must have me mistaken with somebody else, friend.
- (Unafilliated Criminals begin attacking the wagon on horseback)
West Dickens: Good lord! It's those scoundrels once again!
- (Marston kills the attacking outlaws)
West Dickens: Please drive carefully. Every bump is like getting struck by lightning.
- (Marston kills more attacking outlaws)
Nigel: Excellent work, sir. Push on to Armadillo!
- (Marston and West Dickens arrive in Armadillo)
West Dickens: Death, I embrace you!
Marston: For chrissakes, man. You're going to be fine. We're nearly there.
Nigel: Take me into your arms...
Marston: You need more than a doctor, my friend.
- (Marston stops outside the clinic of Dr. Nathanial Johnston, and helps West Dickens out of the wagon)
Marston: This is it. You're going to make it.
West Dickens: Ugghh... Where the devil are we?
Marston: Armadillo. We made it safe, you'll be happy to know.
West Dickens: Thank you, sir, thank you. You're a gentleman and a, a true man of honour.
Marston: Coming from you, I doubt that means much.... but I appreciate the civility.
West Dickens: I owe you, sir, and I always pay my debts. Jesus... But if I die, I'm sorry for it. If not, I'll be your man, for... for...
Marston: Let's get you fixed up first. Then we'll decide what you're my man for.
- (West Dickens enters the doctor's office, Marston walks off)