- [first lines]
- Sheriff Steele: You walked right into the trap I had baited for you, Cheyenne.
- Cheyenne Davis: This isn't the first trap I've sprung or escaped from, Sheriff.
- Sheriff Steele: This time you've reached the end of your rope.
- [Cheyenne glances over shoulder]
- Sheriff Steele: Don't expect any help from them. You're on your own.
- Cheyenne Davis: Just because my men are ambushed doesn't mean I'll give up without a fight!
- Sheriff Steele: I figured the Cheyenne Kid was smart enough to know when he was licked.
- Cheyenne Davis: Not until I see what move you make, Sheriff.
- Sheriff Steele: You asked for it!
- [the camera pans to the checkerboard between the two men]
- Sheriff Steele: Fuzzy Jones? That name is familiar.
- Cheyenne Davis: I'm sure a lot of folks have heard of Fuzzy. He's a funny old codger - usually makes the wrong move at the right time - but he's a good lawman in spite of the confusion.
- [while putting up a sign warning the feuding families to check their guns, Fuzzy smashes this thumb]
- Jack Barton: I figured you'd wind up a casualty in that feud sooner or later.
- [Barton grabs Cheyenne's phony wanted poster]
- Jack Barton: I'll keep this.
- Cheyenne Davis: Insuring your bet?
- Jack Barton: I always figure the percentages.
- Cheyenne Davis: You can afford to when you're bankin' the game.
- [Fuzzy has locked Hart and Conlan in separate jail cells]
- Fuzzy Q. Jones: Keepin' you two roosters separated oughta mean the feud will die a natural death... that is, unless looks can kill.