- Rod Blake: Well, there's no law that says a man has to give his real name and occupation to every blonde he meets poolside.
- [Doris leans back on the couch seductively]
- Doris Woodley: Now, Lieutenant, is this *every* blonde?
- [Doris' undercover assignment requires her to lounge poolside in skimpy bathing suits and escape attempts on her life]
- Doris Woodley: Rod, please let me stay on the case. Now, how often does a deputy sheriff get it so good?
- Rod Blake: You almost got it good in the pool.
- Rod Blake: [narrating] Deke Conners Jr. looked more like a playboy than a stock man, but his late father had built one of the biggest cattle empires in the West before he got himself shot off his horse by a rustler. Deke Jr. inherited the big ranch when he was only 25. Junior was a of different breed than the old man. From what I heard, he'd be more likely to be shot off a sofa by some irate husband if he got himself shot at all.
- Rod Blake: [discussing Doris] Somebody must have spotted her. They tried to drown her.
- Sheriff Elder: Well, she'll be in no danger as long as she's got Deke Connors nearby... no danger of murder, that is.
- [last lines]
- [Rod has just rescued Doris, a policewoman, from two murderous crooks]
- Doris Woodley: Who tried to drown me?
- Rod Blake: Deke. Just before he shot Soto, Pepe told him he'd never get away with it - that you knew the whole story.
- Doris Woodley: You know, I really think he thought I did - but, you pulled the trigger on me this time. He heard you tell the sheriff to pick me up and he said he couldn't let that happen.
- Rod Blake: Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you... take the rest of the night off.