Down Texas Way (1942)
Bartender Pete: I wish you hadn't come here, Logan. I could have met you on the outside.
Bert Logan: Take it easy. What backdoors are for?
Dave Dodge: Workin' kind of late aren't you?
Smithy: Yeah, kinda, but I'm all through now.
Mary Hopkins: Then you might as well walk along with us.
Smithy: Don't mind that I do, bein's it's alongside a pretty gal.
Mary Hopkins: Smithy, you're an old flatterer!
Smithy: Yeah, but I betcha I wouldn't have to look far to find a body to back me up.
[Ann and Sandy are being held prisoner]
Ann Dodge: Who are you? Why are you here?
U. S. Marshal Sandy Hopkins: Why, those murderin' polecats hogtied me and threw me in here. I'm Sandy Hopkins, ma'am.
Sheriff Trump: Who are you?
U. S. Marshal Tim McCall: United States Marshal McCall. Sandy Hopkins was an old pal of mine when he was in the service. I came here to find him and whoever it was who killed John Dodge.
Deputy Red: [sarcastically] He's gonna be a lot of help, Sheriff. All you government fellows are alike. A bunch of politicians - thicker than thieves when you get together!
U. S. Marshal Buck Roberts: You know, Logan, this Mrs. Dodge doesn't look any more like your Mrs. Dodge than I look like Abraham Lincoln.
[When a gunfight erupts in the saloon, Tim throws the fake Mrs. Dodge into Sandy's cell]
U. S. Marshal Tim McCall: Hey, let me out of this coop, Tim!
U. S. Marshal Sandy Hopkins: Sandy, you were always good at handling widows. See if you can't get some information out of this one.
Stella: Mr. Hopkins, these two marshals are friends of yours. Now, why couldn't you say that I was a prisoner in that shack, the same as you were. After all, I did let you free. They'd believe you, Mr. Hopkins, and then you could get me out of all this.
U. S. Marshal Sandy Hopkins: I believe you have somethin' there, ma'am. Yes, yes, I will get you out of here.
Stella: Oh, Mr. Hopkins, I knew you would.
U. S. Marshal Sandy Hopkins: I'll get you out of here and I'll send you to the penitentiary for twenty years!
U. S. Marshal Buck Roberts: Boy, and to think we came down here to give this old buzzard a birthday party... and to think it almost became a necktie party!
U. S. Marshal Buck Roberts: Tim, let's get out of here before he turns a hundred percent jackass and starts ballin'.
U. S. Marshal Tim McCall: I think you're right. I'm going back to Wyoming right now!
U. S. Marshal Buck Roberts: And me back to Arizona.
U. S. Marshal Tim McCall: So long, Rough Rider!
U. S. Marshal Buck Roberts: So long, Rough Rider!
U. S. Marshal Sandy Hopkins: So long, Rough Riders!