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.

Charles Masters: Happy emancipation, Miss Gillray.

Miss Rose Gillray: Oh, don't worry about me, Mr. Masters. I'm going to do a history-making of my own.

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.

James Carter: A woman? Selling barbed wire?

Miss Rose Gillray: Well, why not? I've been selling all my life and I'm a good salesman too!

Miss Rose Gillray: I think now is the time to ask, to what do I owe all this kind attention?

James Carter: To your own cleverness, I would say. Frankly, Miss Gillray, you touched me in a very tender spot.

James Carter: I just don't understand why you'd want to - a beautiful young woman like you. Or, do you go on the premise that good packaging is an aid to merchandising?

Miss Rose Gillray: I never use being a woman as a selling point.

James Carter: It's doing a whale of a good job for you now.

Miss Rose Gillray: It may be just a wild guess, but, I would say there's something wrong with the machinery?

Charles Masters: Oh, you noticed that too, did you.

Miss Rose Gillray: Ah, sort of.

Charles Masters: May I ask where you keep your - machine shop?

Miss Rose Gillray: Not unless you're begging for a slap.

Miss Rose Gillray: How fast are we going?

Charles Masters: Twelve miles an hour! Maybe I better slow down a little.

Miss Rose Gillray: [Charlie kisses Rose] And, what was that for, Mr. Masters?

Charles Masters: To find out if you're real.

[Rose kisses Charlie]

Charles Masters: And what was that for, Miss Gillray?

Miss Rose Gillray: To remove all doubt.

Charles Masters: What'll I do with your corset stay when I finish with it?

Miss Rose Gillray: Find a girl my size and give it to her for Christmas!

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: Who said anything about backing down? I'm just worried about how I'll look in barbed wire.

Miss Rose Gillray: Well, I'll design something pretty for you.

Molly Wade: Do you know those Indians aren't wooden? They're real!

Molly Wade: Rose, I'm scared.

Miss Rose Gillray: For what? We meet him. We charm him. Then, we set him up for the kill.

Molly Wade: The kill? I just want to know who's gonna kill who.

Miss Rose Gillray: I'm what you might call the unofficial part of the official party.

Joel Kingdom: Is something wrong, ma'am?

Molly Wade: I just thought that gun was loaded.

Joel Kingdom: Well, it is. But, don't let that worry you. I haven't shot myself a pretty gal in a heap of years.

Joel Kingdom: Your own thanks are plum sufficient.

Cal - Texas Rancher: You ain't gonna let her get away with it, just cause she's female, are ya?

Joel Kingdom: Well, I'm purely sorry she's female. It's gonna give the West a bad name. If she's askin' for trouble and she's gonna get it!

Joel Kingdom: I'm hopin' to be able to send you girls home with some real excitin' memories.

George the Headwaiter: These oysters were brought down from Chicago in kegs of ice, Mr. Kingdom.

Joel Kingdom: That's good, George.

George the Headwaiter: And that wine came straight from Bordeaux, France.

Molly Wade: Don't you grow anything here yourself?

Miss Rose Gillray: I've always been interested in Texas; but, I just wondered if Texas would be as interested in me.

Joel Kingdom: You? Well if they wouldn't, they wouldn't be Texas!

Joel Kingdom: I got a lot of rancher friends down there that'd sure like to have you fence in their wives, a little bit, here and there.

Miss Rose Gillray: Fence?

Joel Kingdom: Oh, yeah, I mean, tuck 'em in a might.

Miss Rose Gillray: When we get there, I would like to ask a *big* favor of you.

Joel Kingdom: When you come to Joel Kingdom, you'll find you've puttin' yourself in the right hands.

Molly Wade: You know something, for a shy man, when that Jack Rice says goodbye, it's almost like saying hello.

Miss Rose Gillray: Oh, Molly, you won't believe it when I tell you!

Molly Wade: Then, why bother to tell me.

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: What is it?

Miss Rose Gillray: There's a man in my bed! Who is he?

Molly Wade: What made you think I'd know him?

Molly Wade: I can't understand a word he's snoring.

Miss Rose Gillray: If you had any sense of decency, you'd get up and go.

Charles Masters: Who don't you trust? You or me? I'd sure like to find out sometime.

Miss Rose Gillray: I'm running short of corset stays.

Charles Masters: Well, maybe, someday.

Molly Wade: Maybe, someday, what?

Charles Masters: Maybe someday Miss Gillray will let a man give a helping hand. Well, keep smiling.

Miss Rose Gillray: Don't forget: smile pretty.

Molly Wade: What's that noise?

Miss Rose Gillray: Oh, no! It couldn't be! Only Charlie Masters could make a noise like that.

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.

Annie Peachpit: Actors?

Miss Rose Gillray: No, saleswomen.

Annie Peachpit: Women? Selling? I'll have you know this is a respectable rooming house!

Miss Rose Gillray: We're traveling salesladies, Gillray Corsets.

Miss Rose Gillray: Look! For sale!

Molly Wade: Well, what are we going to use for money?

Miss Rose Gillray: What do we always use for money? Salesmanship.

Miss Rose Gillray: [sits down] What does that leave us to fall back on?

Molly Wade: If you mean what I think, I think we're already back on it.

Miss Rose Gillray: The women! We'll sell to the women and they, in turn, will sell to their men!

Molly Wade: How can the women sell barbed wire to their husbands?

Miss Rose Gillray: Well, it's a simple fact of life. They make their pitch when sales resistance is at its lowest.

Charles Masters: Don't worry. I sent it by special messenger - an Indian named Straight Arrow.

Molly Wade: Well, if you can't trust a man named Straight Arrow, I guess you can't trust anybody.

Charles Masters: Right and he'll be off tomorrow as soon as he steals a horse.

Charles Masters: Oh, come on, Rose, you're bucking nature. Men are men and women are women.

Molly Wade: The honest truth. I wouldn't change it for the world.

Miss Rose Gillray: That's the most irritating man I've ever met.

Molly Wade: Yes, he is kinda wonderful.

Miss Rose Gillray: You too, Charlie?

Charles Masters: What do you mean? Me too?

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?

Greavy - Prosecuting Attorney: Miss Wade, you're a barbed wire salesman, are you not?

Molly Wade: No, sir.

Greavy - Prosecuting Attorney: No? I have proof that you are.

Molly Wade: I'm a saleslady and I've got better proof than you've got.

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!