— Them pretty peach trees are sure a long way from Georgia.
— Yep, but I expect to plant ’em where the ground is forty feet deep, black as charcoal and soft as a woman.
— Now, whereabouts would that be? Heaven?
— Oregon, Mister! Ain’t ya heard?

— I’m most desperate in love with you.
— …
— I’d marry you a million times if I thought you’d say ‘yes’ just once.
— Marriage? Lord, marriage is for married folk.

If The Way West does not wholly succeed as drama, it is at least a well-made and wholly professional Hollywood Western. Western fans might enjoy it for that alone. Roger Ebert