Desert Bandit

[Tim shoots the gun out of Hawk's hand when the henchman tries to shoot Bob in the back]

Tim Martin:
Hello, Bob.

Largo:
[to Hawk] Aw, hold still. It's only a crease.

Tim Martin:
How do you like my new gun?

Bob Crandall:
Shoots right were you aim it, don't it.

Sue Martin:
Welcome, stranger! The years haven't changed you a bit.

Bob Crandall:
Years?

Sue Martin:
Since I saw you last, silly!

Bob Crandall:
I guess I asked for it, Sue, but they've been workin' us Rangers to the bone. Rustlers are so thick, they're ridin' two on a horse, so you see, I can't stay long.

Bob Crandall:
Look, kid, I'm on your side, but you got me aimin' in the dark.

[Bob Crandall, working undercover, leads the Rangers to the gunrunning gang's wagons]

Largo:
We gotta get outta here in a hurry!

Hatfield:
What happened?

Largo:
We ran right into a trap set by Crandall.

Hatfield:
Crandall?

Largo:
He decided he'd rather be a Ranger. Smart kid.

Hatfield:
That's treachery!

[Largo stumbles over the bag of loot Hatfield planned to steal from his fellow gang members]

Largo:
You almost got away with it, Hatfield! [Largo shoots the turncoat] I liked you, you skunk.

[after a spectacular wagon wreck, Bob tries to help the injured Largo]

Largo:
Reach, Ranger!

Bob Crandall:
Alright, Largo, why don't you shoot?

[Largo drops his gun]

Largo:
I guess we both got our limit of skunks tonight, kid. Let's call it quits.

[last lines]

Sue Martin:
T-Bone, this is delicious. What is it?

T-Bone:
I ain't gonna tell you, Miss Sue. This is my own concoction.

[Ordway rushes into the dining room]

Bob Crandall:
What happened to you?

Ranger Ordway:
Sorry to be late but somebody stole my horse.

[the rangers all look disgustedly at their meat]

Bob Crandall:
T-bone!

T-Bone:
I-I didn't mean nothin' by it, Mister Bob!

Bob Crandall:
Then you did steal it!

T-Bone:
Yessir. I mean, no sir. That is, I just kinda borrowed it to get this here meat for the barbeque!

[to Ordway]

T-Bone:
Your horse is right in the barn, sir.