- Jim Gannon: My men sweat for the money and you come along and take it away from 'em. You fill 'em full or rot gut and then slap 'em in the face with a bunch of cheap floozy women.
- Chino: Come. Come. Boss eat 'em up fast tonight, huh?
- Jim Gannon: What's the hurry?
- Chino: China boy go place all same young Buck.
- Jim Gannon: Bad place, Chino. Lose all your money.
- Chino: Good place for me. Me gamble. Got system. Bad place for young Buck. Him got girl. No system.
- Chino: Got 'em system.
- Buck Gannon: Oh, shore, I heard all about them systems. You'll probably go down there and lose your shirt.
- Chino: China boy no wear shirt.
- Buck Gannon: You wanted logs didn't you? And you're gonna get 'em. Keep 'em rollin', boys! Come on, roll 'em. boys!
- Jim Gannon: Scared, eh? And you call yourselves lumbermen. Well, there ain't a real man in the whole bunch of you.
- Hack Logan: Hello, Honey.
- Honey: Is Buck comin' down?
- Hack Logan: Nah, the old man's got him buffaloed.
- Honey: Gee, this is our last night here, too.
- Baldy: For two years we've sweated together as saw mates. Haven't we? But, we're not gonna sweat together any more. Because, I'm gonna break every bone in your body if I hang for it!
- Buck Gannon: Don't worry. You'll have your logs, all right. You're planning on starting your drive to the mill on Saturday, huh? Well, I'm tellin' ya it's gonna *rain* logs from now till then.
- Jim Gannon: Buck's a logger. Always has been. Always will be. He don't know nothin' else.
- Honey: Loggin? And what'll that get him?
- Jim Gannon: What he's always wanted. A man-size job. Not traipsing around the country with a lot of cheap, river show folks.
- Buck Gannon: What have you been sayin' to Honey?
- Jim Gannon: Nah, she don't belong around here. She wanted to go.
- Buck Gannon: Yeah? You drove her away.
- Jim Gannon: Ah, it twas all for the best.