[first lines]
Stagecoach Mary Fields: Whoa! Last stop. End of the line.
Stagecoach Mary Fields: [stepping out of the stage coach] 'Cept you, Sam. You owe me a drink.
Stagecoach Mary Fields: [walks into the salon and piano playing stops] Two whiskeys. Plus whatever he's having.
Stagecoach Mary Fields: [no action] Bottle's right there...
Dandy Johnny Shea: Guess I don't feel much like pouring.
Samuel Ammerman: It's all right, we'll just, uh, head right up...
Stagecoach Mary Fields: I've got money, if that's the holdup. Show him the money, Sam.
Dandy Johnny Shea: Me thinks you best be on your way, miss. Assuming that's the appropriate way to refer to you.
Stagecoach Mary Fields: Tell you what. You don't want to sell me nothing, I'll bet you for it. I'll bet you a dollar I can knock you out in one punch.