Your wastin' your time, Mister. We don't carry nothin' but mail on this stage.
We ain't particular about what we steal. Get busy, boys!
Someday, they're gonna hang you sidewinders from the rafters!
Maybe so, if they catch us.
Look, Miss Mary, they turned the horses loose. Say, y'all can't do this to us! How are we goin' to get back to Quantro Basin?
Try walkin'. It's good for what ails you.