- [Tim shoots the gun out of Hawk's hand when the henchman tries to shoot Bob in the back]
- Tim Martin: Hello, Bob.
- Largo: [to Hawk] Aw, hold still. It's only a crease.
- Tim Martin: How do you like my new gun?
- Bob Crandall: Shoots right were you aim it, don't it.
- Sue Martin: Welcome, stranger! The years haven't changed you a bit.
- Bob Crandall: Years?
- Sue Martin: Since I saw you last, silly!
- Bob Crandall: I guess I asked for it, Sue, but they've been workin' us Rangers to the bone. Rustlers are so thick, they're ridin' two on a horse, so you see, I can't stay long.
- [after a spectacular wagon wreck, Bob tries to help the injured Largo]
- Largo: Reach, Ranger!
- Bob Crandall: Alright, Largo, why don't you shoot?
- [Largo drops his gun]
- Largo: I guess we both got our limit of skunks tonight, kid. Let's call it quits.
- [last lines]
- Sue Martin: T-Bone, this is delicious. What is it?
- T-Bone: I ain't gonna tell you, Miss Sue. This is my own concoction.
- [Ordway rushes into the dining room]
- Bob Crandall: What happened to you?
- Ranger Ordway: Sorry to be late but somebody stole my horse.
- [the rangers all look disgustedly at their meat]
- Bob Crandall: T-bone!
- T-Bone: I-I didn't mean nothin' by it, Mister Bob!
- Bob Crandall: Then you did steal it!
- T-Bone: Yessir. I mean, no sir. That is, I just kinda borrowed it to get this here meat for the barbeque!
- [to Ordway]
- T-Bone: Your horse is right in the barn, sir.