Sheriff: Let me see your license.
Larry O'Day: License? For what?
Sheriff: What are you peddlin' - snake oil or horse liniment?
Larry O'Day: Neither one. I'm peddlin' sunshine and joy... or trouble. Whatever the customer wants.

Barbara Hartwell: Dr. Von Kurtz is an entomologist.
Lucky Smith: Oh, yeah? Where's your dummy!
Larry O'Day: Not a ventriloquist, an entomologist. Entomologist!
Lucky Smith: Ohhh... huh?
Dr. Von Kurtz: Ach, such stupidity! An entomologist is a scientist - a man that collects bugs.
Lucky Smith: Oh, that. Heh, I've been one for years and thought nothing of it.

Lucky Smith: What you say they call you?
Lucky Smith: Lucky Smith.
Larry O'Day: They call you "Lucky"?
Lucky Smith: Yeah
[laughs]
Lucky Smith: I got more luck than any two guys as ever got... and it's all bad.

Obed Young: Corpse? What corpse?
Larry O'Day: Her uncle was murdered.
Obed Young: Didn't I tell her that ruin and disaster would strike her down!
Larry O'Day: Maybe you had inside information.

[last lines]
[when the sheriff's deputy leads the beautiful Chinese women out of their hidden room, Lucky tries to follow]
Sheriff: Where do you think you're going?
Lucky Smith: Sheriff, can't I be deported, too? I think I'd like it in China.
[gazing at Barbara]
Larry O'Day: I know I like right here where I am.