Gene Autry: Say, by the way, if you didn't plug Norton, how come he was killed with your gun?
Larry Evans: I ran out of dough and I put in my gun to stay in the game.
Gene Autry: Like this one?
Larry Evans: Yeah. I *had* a pair of 'em.
Gene Autry: You were out to make yourself a reputation, weren't you? You certainly did. It's too bad - that sort of dime-store hero went out with Billy the Kid.
Gene Autry: Get out of those clothes!
Larry Evans: What?
Gene Autry: You heard me. Chuck the duds and get in the creek!
Larry Evans: In the creek? But it's ice water! You wanna give me pneumonia?
Gene Autry: Yeah, but you'll catch lead poisoning if they catch you in that gray check shirt, riding a palomino.
Gene Autry: Jim, somebody wants this ranch... wants it bad enough to commit murder. Now what could be here that would pay a man enough to risk his neck for it.
Jim Hedge: Nothin'.
Gene Autry: Hold on now, Jim...
Jim Hedge: I don't haveta. I been over this country hundreds of times.
Mary Evans: No gold?
Jim Hedge: Ohhh, maybe enough to fill your tooth.
Larry Evans: No silver?
Jim Hedge: Welll, might find enough to plate a watch.
Gene Autry: You sure there's nothing here?
Jim Hedge: Are you crazy in the head? I've been prospecting these parts ever since the Apaches were takin' potshots at everything that was movin'...
Jim Hedge: That is, everything but coyotes. It's bad luck to shoot your own relatives.
Sheriff Cramer: Come on down, fella. We got a certain judge we want you to meet.