Border Phantom

[first lines]

[to a reporter who is cleaning his fingernails]

Big-City Editor:
If you discover paydirt, let me know.

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.

Sheriff:
You better put a half-hitch on that lip of your'n before you get unpopular.

Sheriff:
What's your business?

Larry O'Day:
I haven't any. I'm just a rovin' cowboy.

[indicating Larry's dude ranch clothes]

Sheriff:
In that rig you look more like a ramblin' rainbow.

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.

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.

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.