[referring to a newspaper headline which reads "'Get Out of Town' District Attorney Tells Beer Barons"]
B.H. 'Butch' Owens: That's bad publicity for my business!
New York City Dist. Atty. Brent: You've been reading the funny papers again, Owens.
B.H. 'Butch' Owens: Look here, Brent, you can't get away with this! You can't put me...
New York City Dist. Atty. Brent: I can't... but I will. You and every rat that hasn't found a hole to crawl into when that deadline is up.
B.H. 'Butch' Owens: I've heard that before - just around election time.
New York City Dist. Atty. Brent: Yes, but get this, Owens - you're a candidate right now for that "hot seat" at The Big House. And if you're in town by this time tomorrow, you're as good as elected.
[after Breezy is wounded in a shootout with gangsters, the D.A. orders him to convalesce at his father's Wyoming ranch]
Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare: OK, Chief, if you think the department can get along without me.
New York City Dist. Atty. Brent: Oh-ho, the department will probably go to pieces.
Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare: Yeah, that's what I was afraid of!
New York City Dist. Atty. Brent: Oh, if it does, I'll save you a piece.
[Breezy and Walrus get the drop on Owens' thugs]
Walrus: Now you fellas reach for a cloud and hang on to it.
Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare: [punches Owens] So you're tough, eh?
[punches him again]
Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare: You can dish it out, but you can't take it! Well, you're in a country now where you got to take it. Here's a little of what you gave to me!
[hits him again]
B.H. 'Butch' Owens: Don't I get a break?
Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare: You bet you don't! There's no lawyers here to pull a habeus corpus... but there's a gang here who can pull a rope! Get up.
B.H. 'Butch' Owens: Give me a break!
Walrus: Surrre, we'll give you a break. We'll give you a rope and a tree that ain't never been used before.
[rather than face a hangman's rope, Butch shoots himself]
Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare: Still yellow, Butch. You couldn't take it.
Ruth Carter: [reads Breezy's train ticket] Cheyenne to New York.
Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare: Yep, back to the big town. Now that Dad's well again, there's nothing to keep me here.
Ruth Carter: I wish it read the other way.
Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare: You mean Broadway to Cheyenne?
Ruth Carter: Uh-huh.
Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare: Shucks, there's no sense my going then... alone.
Ruth Carter: Unh-uh.