California Carlson:
I reckon you think I'm plumb loco, huh?
Hopalong Cassidy: Certainly not. Why, there's nothin' loco about a man tryin' to get a burro to raise his hands.
Hopalong Cassidy: Certainly not. Why, there's nothin' loco about a man tryin' to get a burro to raise his hands.
Hopalong Cassidy:
Do you remember where the marshal's office is?
California Carlson: Down the next block, if someone hasn't stolen it.
California Carlson: Down the next block, if someone hasn't stolen it.
Hopalong Cassidy:
How far is it into the town?
California Carlson: Oh, maybe six or seven miles as the crow flies, but us not bein' crows, we'll cover about ten between here and there.
California Carlson: Oh, maybe six or seven miles as the crow flies, but us not bein' crows, we'll cover about ten between here and there.
[The Gardner Gang has Hoppy and California trapped in a cross-fire]
Hopalong Cassidy: Ain't nervous are you?
California Carlson: Unh-unh. Just scared.
Hopalong Cassidy: Ain't nervous are you?
California Carlson: Unh-unh. Just scared.