- Mr.Prescott: By the way, what sort of impression did you get in meeting Jeff?
- Joan: My impression is that he should be put in a medicine bottle. He's my idea of a perfect pill!
- Joan: Larry, you don't understand. They're my friends! Well, they're all ladies and gentlemen.
- Larry: Gentlemen? They ain't a man among 'em.
- Joan: Larry!
- Larry: They're nothin' but a bunch a low down, double-crossin' critters - as poisonous as a nest of measly rattlers! They ain't a one of 'em fit to even talk to ya or look at ya - let alone dance with ya.
- Mr.Prescott: My boy, why don't you have a talk with her? We all make mistakes.
- Larry: That's just it. I made the mistake. I'm a sayin' I shouldn't 've gone and put a western saddle on a New York thoroughbred - unless I was mighty careful that the saddle fit mighty comfortable like.
- Froggy: [singing] Plinky, plinky, plunk, plunk, ridin' the plain. Plinky, plinky, plunk, plunk, prayin' for rain. Nothin' but sun, nothin' but hills, trailin' in ol' Montana...