Hopalong Cassidy:
Do you remember where the marshal's office is?

California Carlson:
Down the next block, if someone hasn't stolen it.

California Carlson:
I reckon you think I'm plumb loco, huh?

Hopalong Cassidy:
Certainly not. Why, there's nothin' loco about a man tryin' to get a burro to raise his hands.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Ain't nervous are you?

California Carlson:
Unh-unh. Just scared.

Hopalong Cassidy:
There's no braver man than a scared one when he's cornered.

Hopalong Cassidy:
How far is it into the town?

California Carlson:
Oh, maybe six or seven miles as the crow flies, but us not bein' crows, we'll cover about ten between here and there.

Paquita Serrano:
Drink you vino, señor. It warms the heart, and like my father say, it makes good blood.

Lucky Jenkins:
Somethin's warmin' my heart, but I'm not givin' the wine the credit.