Fuzzy Jones:
Well, uh, what's happenin' to the town? Is it closin' up?

Jim Morgan:
Yes, temporarily.

Fuzzy Jones:
How come?

Mary Barton:
On the first of the month, the hands of the Lazy Eight celebrate...

Jim Morgan:
...Along with a lot of shootings and rough stuff, so the citizens of the community disappear and let them do what they want.

Fuzzy Jones:
Don't the law butt in?

Mary Barton:
The Lazy Eight is all the law we have.

Fuzzy Jones:
Hmm. No sheriff or marshal?

Mary Barton:
They can't keep one on the job.

Fuzzy Jones:
I think I'm gonna like it here.

Gil Bonney, aka Gil Cooper:
I hate to see you go, Billy.

Mary Barton:
Won't you change your mind and stay?

Billy the Kid:
No, Fuzzy and I sort of have a hankerin' to travel on.

Mary Barton:
You'll let us here from you?

Billy the Kid:
Sure! Maybe some day our trails will cross again. Who knows? Goodbye, Mary.

Mary Barton:
Goodbye, Billy.