Toby Walker: Well dog my cats.
Vera Delmar: Toby Walker, you're supposed to be a sharpshooter and you can't even see a woman gal under your own nose.
Toby Walker: I can see anything I'm aiming at.
Rough Rider: Perfume. Dang it, you smell like Happy Minnie's back in Omaha.
Vera Delmar: Ah, I was wondering, Mr. MacIvor, if you could help me find some plain sewing.
MacIvor: Well, I don't know about needlework, but, uh, I've got a cigar stand at the hotel.
Vera Delmar: Oh, I love a man who smokes a cigar.
MacIvor: Mind yuh, the job only calls for sellin' cigars.
