Mrs. Salter:
The men look bad to me.

Fred Salter:
Well, they ought to feel right at home around here.

Lon Tuttle:
You fellas bound for Woodward?

Al Jennings:
Yeah. We thought maybe you could tell us something about the town.

Lon Tuttle:
You sure stopped the right party, son. I know all about Woodward. It's a rip-roaring town if there ever was one. Growing like a weed and wide open. Oh, but the prices there... it costs a fortune for anything you buy. So I hope you boys brought plenty of money along with ya.

Frank Jennings:
Oh, we brought enough.

Lon Tuttle:
Well, in that case just step right down off them horses and hit the ground with your hands in the air!

Al Jennings:
There's an old saying about juries - the longer they're out, the better your chances.

Frank Jennings:
Any of the old bunch still around?

Lon Tuttle:
Not many. Fred Salter is in jail for cattle rustling. Sammy Page and Doc Wrightmire got themselves hung for horse stealing. And the last I heard of Pete Kincaid, he was down in Indian country for his health. He got a sudden attack of lead poisoning running away from a posse. That leaves me and Buck and Slim Harris.

Frank Jennings:
Things must be pretty quiet around here.

Alice Calhoun:
Train robbers!

Detective Dan Hanes:
That's right, miss.

Alice Calhoun:
Oh, my goodness gracious! I simply don't know whether to chilled or thrilled!