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Gene Autry

Gene Autry

Sheriff Cramer: What the sam hill is going on here?
Gene Autry: We were playing "post office".
Sheriff Cramer: But that's a kid's game.
Gene Autry: Not the way we play it.

Gene Autry

Gene Autry

Larry Evans: I'm givin' you a chance, Autry.
Gene Autry: Why you cheap imitation of a leather-slapper. I oughta turn you over to Cramer just to teach you a lesson.
Larry Evans: Draw or I'll plug ya.
Gene Autry: Give me that cap pistol before I use it to part your hair!

Gene Autry

Gene Autry

[after tying Gene to a chair, Mary and Larry prepare to flee an approaching posse]
Gene Autry: Hey, wait a minute! Get me out of this steer's necktie and I'll help cloud your trail.
Larry Evans: Why should we trust you?
Gene Autry: Why, Ed's ghost would haunt me if I let them hang the wrong man.

Gene Autry

Gene Autry

[Gene lays his handkerchief on the ground]
Larry Evans: What are you doin'?
Gene Autry: Puttin' my ear to the ground. It's an old Indian scout trick. Silk picks up sound... Wagon comin'.

Chill Wills

Chill Wills

[last lines]
Sheriff Cramer: Come on down, fella. We got a certain judge we want you to meet.


Gene Autry

Gene Autry

[Sheriff Cramer fires at the murderer who attempts to escape on Gene's horse]
Gene Autry: Hold it, Sheriff!
Sheriff Cramer: But he's got your horse!
Gene Autry: That's his hard luck.
[Gene whistles and Champion wheels and returns the killer to the posse]

Chill Wills

Chill Wills

[the Sheriff doubles back to check on Gene's story]
Dave Randall: What are you doin', Sheriff? Playin' injun?
Sheriff Cramer: You see a lot of things that way sometimes. Besides, if Mary's with her brother, Gene could have been coverin' for her. He's a sucker for a lady in distress.

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