Ride, Ranger, Ride

[first lines]

Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Well, boys, here's where Rufe and I leave you.

Frog Millhouse:
Aren't you goin' to San Antone with us?

Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Nope. We're ridin' to Fort Adobe. I've been made a lieutenant in the United State cavalry.

Frog Millhouse:
What did they make out of you, Rufe?

Rufe Jones:
They made me plain sick to talkin' about Texas bein' better off without us rangers and givin' our jobs to the United States cavalry.

Frog Millhouse:
Well, hey, wait a minute! We've been discharged from the rangers. Why can't we be cavalrymen?

Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Well, why not?

Little Wolf:
Black horses beat white horses.

Rufe Jones:
You'll full of loco weed, Indian.

Little Wolf:
Little Wolf know.

Rufe Jones:
You do, huh?

[Rufe pats Frog on the shoulder]

Rufe Jones:
Bet his scalp against a pair of moccasins he beats the black horses.

Little Wolf:
Me takem bet.

Frog Millhouse:
Well, hey, what do I get out of this?

Rufe Jones:
You get to keep your hair if you win.

Rufe Jones:
Lieutenant, when you see Indians be careful - and when you don't see Indians, be more careful.

Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
I think you're walking into a trap.

Lt. Bob Cameron:
That's my responsibility, Autry.

Rufe Jones:
Sure, but we're with you!

Col. Summerall:
What have you to say for yourself, Autry?

Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
I'm positive the Indians were trying to draw us into an ambush. I only shot to prevent the one with the mirror from giving the signal.

Col. Summerall:
Did anyone see the Indians in ambush?

Lt. Bob Cameron:
No, sir.

Rufe Jones:
Didn't have to see 'em, Colonel. Indians don't carry mirrors to see how pretty they are.

[Frog, Rufe and the former rangers stage a barroom brawl to get kicked out of the cavalry]

Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
You make a fine set of renegades.

Rufe Jones:
We feel as bad about it as you do, but there's no use crying over spilt whiskey.

Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Goodbye, Colonel, and remember this - make your peace signals with one hand, and keep your rifles ready in the other.

Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Just saddle our horses and trot 'em by in front of the guard house.

Frog Millhouse:
Horses?

Rufe Jones:
Yeah, horses. You know, the things you fall off of.

[as Autry predicted, the Commanches attack the supply train]

Rufe Jones:
What do you think of your treaty now, Colonel?

Col. Summerall:
You were right, Autry, but remember you're still under sentence to be shot!

Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Looks like we may be shot without sentence.