Jimmy:
You're all right now!

Dale Harding:
That's what you think, tall, dark and meddlesome.

Lasses:
He's dead - I reckon he'll wait.

Lasses:
Old duffer? Last time, I was an old codger, darn him.

Jimmy:
Why don't you come outside?

Dale Harding:
No, it's past my bedtime.

Jimmy:
Goin' to bed in your riding clothes? 'Course it's a good idea if you're going to have nightmares.

Dale Harding:
Are you following me, Rover?

Jimmy:
Yes, and I wish you'd quit callin' me, "Rover".

Dale Harding:
Why not, you're doggin' my steps.

Dale Harding:
B-but, you're supposed to be dead!

Denny:
Well, in that case we'd better have a seance.

Lasses:
We've been walkin' a long time. I hope my knees hold up.

Jimmy:
If you quit knockin' 'em together, they will.