- Hannibal: How's it look, B.A.?
- B.A.: The fools under the truck. I hope he knows what he's doing!
- Face: You might be surprised at what ole' Murdock knows. Now, I get the feeling more and more that his brain works on many dfferent levels. Like layers, peeling away one after the other, exposing new and wonderous aspects of H.M. Murdock.
- Hannibal: That's very poetic, Face.
- Face: I thought so.
- B.A.: Poetic? You mean pathetic! You peel at Murdock's brain, you get nothing but jello!
- Murdock: [after knocking out a bad guy using a frying pan] It's not a polite thing to interrupt an artist at work.
- Patty Dutton: I never thought I'd see the day when Cactus Jack Slater and his boys would start packing like that!
- Hannibal: This time we did 'em over easy. Next time we'll scramble 'em.
- Patty Dutton: You'll never get away with this, Slater.
- Edith Dutton: My daughter's right. Someone will go for help.
- Cactus Jack Slater: Is that right? Who? By now, Joe Dutton is history. And those four cowboys you hired? Guys with machine guns don't go to the police.