Molly Wade: Pardon me, but, what is a Rough Rider?
[Lt. Rice get's an application]
Molly Wade: Don't be silly, I don't want to join. I can't even ride smooth. What's your name?
Lt. Jack Rice, Roughrider: Jack Rice.
Molly Wade: You're handsome. And brave too I'll bet. You like girls?
Lt. Jack Rice, Roughrider: Yes, ma'am.
Molly Wade: Well, I'm a girl.
Lt. Jack Rice, Roughrider: [Grinning] You sure are.
Charles Masters: This will be the first machine to go cross-country under its own power - if I make it. One day, there'll be one in every state, for everybody to drive!
Miss Rose Gillray: Even women?
Charles Masters: Well, no. No, not women. They're not coordinated like men.
Miss Rose Gillray: In deed?
Charles Masters: They're - well, they're built different.
Miss Rose Gillray: That is beside the point! If this contraption proves practical, even women will drive them.
Charles Masters: Well, then they'll have to build special roads for women drivers.
Charles Masters: Gillray Corset Company. So, this is were you shape the woman of the future.
Miss Rose Gillray: Mr. Masters, you and I have something in common, in a rather remote way. You think that the horse is on it's way out and I think that men's subjugation of women is too.
Charles Masters: Don't tell me you're one of those women who marches in parades and handcuffs herself to the iron fence in front of the White House?
Miss Rose Gillray: No, I have never done that. But, if I thought it would further women's rights one inch, believe me, I would do that and a great deal more.
Molly Wade: [singing] Now, a corset can do a lot for a lady, Especially when the lady's got a lot, And a lady can do a lot for that corset, By fillin' in the bottom and top, First, you push it up here, You pull it down there, You tighten up the middle till you're gaspin' for air, Oh! a corset can do a lot for a lady, Cause it helps to show a man what she's got, Now, a corset can do a lot for a lady, Whenever a lady wants what she ain't got, Oh, with a little manipulation, that corset, Can change her into something she's not...
Charles Masters: The public is always ready and waiting for the unusual and beautiful.
Miss Rose Gillray: Run away? And prove that I'm a failure in a man's world? No. No! I've got to face the issue and work out the solution.
Miss Rose Gillray: Molly, I guess it's really my fault that you had to leave New York. Why don't you come with me? I'm sort of selling my way West and you could help. Huh?
Molly Wade: Skinny-ma-rinky-dink! You do the selling, I'll do the modeling! And before we're through, we'll have every squaw wearing a Gillray corset under her blanket.
Molly Wade: Do you know those Indians aren't wooden? They're real!
Miss Rose Gillray: I'm what you might call the unofficial part of the official party.
Joel Kingdom: Your own thanks are plum sufficient.
Joel Kingdom: I'm hopin' to be able to send you girls home with some real excitin' memories.
Molly Wade: You know something, for a shy man, when that Jack Rice says goodbye, it's almost like saying hello.
Miss Rose Gillray: Do you realize we struck a mighty blow for the American woman? We've done what men couldn't do!
Molly Wade: I can't understand a word he's snoring.
Miss Rose Gillray: Don't forget: smile pretty.
Charles Masters: Miss Wade, you're apparently unaware that women's rights entitle you not only to live like a man, but, to die like one too.
Joel Kingdom: [to Rose] Doggone it, I've been waitin' years for a gal like you.
Molly Wade: You mean you're not going to have us killed?
Joel Kingdom: Well, I kinda figured to kill the salesman, Miss Molly, and spare the woman.
Miss Rose Gillray: You might find it a little difficult to separate one from the other.
Joel Kingdom: Oh, there's nothin' to it, honey. You just encourage one and discourage the other.
Miss Rose Gillray: You're all alike. You, Carter, Joel Kingdom, big ranchers, little ranchers, salesmen, even Indian braves - all smug, self-appointed lords of creation who'se women like their children can be, seen but not heard. But all of that is going to change! Even in a little place like Spur's Ridge. Because I'm not the only woman with the little dramas, you call it, that keeps on beating it until it's heard.
Charles Masters: Oh, well that's what's been keeping me awake at nights. I thought it was my heart.
Miss Rose Gillray: Oh, Charlie, spare me the jokes. Do I make fun of you and your belief in that contraption of yours - that runs on my corset stays?
Opening Title Card: 1897! America was feeling its strength and had come of age as a nation. The American salesman was telling anyone who cared to listen that it was a man's world. The American woman agreed... and prepared to take it away from him. This is the story of the first traveling saleslady in America and *how* she got that way!