- Rickert: Why should I pay you twenty dollars a week? If I need protection the law will give it to me! Put that down before you break it.
- Fletcher: It's too bad. You know a coupla drunken cowboys getting into a fight could cause a lot of damage.
- Rickert: Is that a threat?
- Fletcher: Oh, no! I was only saying what *could* happen.
- [Fletcher smashes a jar of syrup against the wall]
- Fletcher: Oh - I am sorry.
- Marshal Simon Fry: I'd better look up Clay.
- Herk Lamson: Simon, you plannin' on deputizin' Clay? He ain't gonna buy it.
- Marshal Simon Fry: Store business good, huh?
- Herk Lamson: It's just they haven't forgivin' you for the last time you pinned the badge on him. The way he's thinkin'...
- Marshal Simon Fry: A young fellow like Clay need a man has growed up and has some experience to sort of guide his thinking.
- Fran McCord: Mr. Fry gone already?
- Clay McCord: He's gone.
- Fran McCord: He'll be back.
- Clay McCord: No he won't, Sis. He knows I refuse to be tricked.
- Fran McCord: He's probably hooked you again and you don't even know it.
- Fran McCord: That Mr. Rickert. I'm goin' to punch him in the nose!
- Clay McCord: Whoa, now. Just because he's our competitor...
- Fran McCord: Well, I am!
- Clay McCord: Now, Sis, I'll let you boss me in almost anything, but when it comes to nose-punchin', I'll do it.
- Herk Lamson: You better start packin' again.
- Clay McCord: Why? 'Cause of Fletcher?
- Herk Lamson: No, that other fella. I saw the way he looked at you when you moved in on the lady. There was murder in those eyes - yours!
- Beatrice Vale: That just leaves Mr. McCord's store, doesn't it.
- Briscoe: We agreed to keep hands off on that one. He's a lawman.
- Briscoe: Accent on the *man*.
- Briscoe: And remember you couldn't have done this without me.
- Beatrice Vale: I know it darling.
- [Bea kisses Briscoe]
- Beatrice Vale: And I'm very grateful.
- Briscoe: I might start believing that - and that could be fatal.
- Beatrice Vale: But that's not very nice.
- Briscoe: We're not very nice people.
- Herk Lamson: How's Fran takin' it?
- Clay McCord: Oh, she claims she likes it over the hotel, social and all, but I'll be glad when it's all over and I can ease her mind.
- Herk Lamson: About not selling the store?
- Clay McCord: No, about me courtin' Miss Vale! She's buildin' up a real thunderhead. Just between you and me, I don't want to be around when the storm breaks.
- [Fran jumps to Clay's aid when Bea draws a derringer and points it at him during a fight]
- Clay McCord: Hey hey hey hey hey! It's finished!
- Fran McCord: You mean I can't finish my fight?
- Clay McCord: It's finished, it's finished. We'll be back tendin' store tomorrow, Sis.
- [referring to Marshal Fry]
- Clay McCord: How does he always get the best of me?
- Fran McCord: He cheats.
- Clay McCord: Goodbye, Herk.
- Herk Lamson: Goodbye and consider yourself unswore.
- [Clay leaves Herk's office]
- Herk Lamson: ...Until the next time.