Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Oh, Big Chiefs in the Clouds, speak to me... Don't somebody want to speak to me?

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
W-W-Who are you?

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
W-W-Where-Where are you standing, Pine?

Nord Finner:
Say, Fuzzy, maybe that Indian pal of yours could tell you where to dig a little gold dust on this claim.

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Oh, ah, ain't you found nothin' yet?

Nord Finner:
Not enough to fill a gnat's tooth.

Nord Finner:
Listen! I ain't killed a guy in over a week and I wouldn't trust you with myself if I was you. Now get out of here!

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Oh, about the first.

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
The first chance you get!

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Standing Pine! Standing Pine! I gotta a couple of things I want to tell you... I wonder if he belongs to the union.

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Hey, wait a minute boys - don't crowd me! I'm formin' a big organization and you're all welcome as soon as things get ripe.

Henchman Joe Dayton:
Yeah, and when it is, we'll be on hand to pick the plum.

Ralph Emory:
Provided that Billy Carson doesn't upset the apple cart.

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
I'm in the blue chips this time, proper. You and me is practically millionaires.

Billy Carson:
Yeah, whadja do? Make a strike of fool's gold?

Billy Carson:
Well, you can include me out. I haven't got 50,000 dollars to be buying gold mines from crazy people.

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
Standing Pine told me where I could find this big claim.

Billy Carson:
Standing Pine? Who's Standing Pine?

Fuzzy Q. Jones:
He's my Indian guide. He's a spirit.

Billy Carson:
A spirit. Fuzz, you better keep that cork in the bottle. Those spirits are going to get you in trouble.

Billy Carson:
I'm going to go, Fuzz. When that lynching party gets ready to singe your whiskers, you can call for me.