San Fernando Valley

Matt:
If you were 30 years younger, I'd pull out every hair in your head.

Cyclone Kenyon:
When I was 30 years younger, my wife beat'cha to it!

Dale Kenyon:
I certainly hope I run into you again sometime.

Roy Rogers:
Thanks!

Dale Kenyon:
At 60 miles an hour!

[Walk up to the jailbird wagon]

Marshal:
Climb in.

Dale Kenyon:
You mean ride in that!

Marshal:
Sure!

Dale Kenyon:
I won't do it!

Roy Rogers:
Then you'll have to run along behind.

Dale Kenyon:
Oh, my goodness! poor man! He stepped right in front of me! Well don't just stand there, get some water! Get a doctor, quick!

Keno:
Reckon we better find out who he is first. He may not be worth savin'.

[Takes Roy's money out of his pocket]

Keno:
I'll take care of this till he comes to."

Roy Rogers:
No you don't! Shame on you picking an unconscious man's pocket.

Dale Kenyon:
The idea, pretending you were hurt.

Roy Rogers:
I thought it was a good idea.

Dale Kenyon:
Well, I hope you got bumped hard enough to look where you're going.

Roy Rogers:
Oh, but I'm afraid I've been bumped harder than you realize. May I, ah, have your name and address?

Dale Kenyon:
You may not!

Roy Rogers:
But I have an internal injury I'd like to come around and talk to you about.

Dale Kenyon:
You have a colossal nerve!

Roy Rogers:
Takes nerve in a competitive world. I'll bet I have a lot of competition. Unless you're married.

Dale Kenyon:
No... Yes, I am. I'm married and I have five children.

Roy Rogers:
But I heard you the first time.

Dale Kenyon:
Well I'm not interested in what you heard, nor in standing here talking to you, and furthermore...

Marshal:
Your under arrest!

Dale Kenyon:
...your under arrest! What for?

Marshal:
For arguing in the street, that's against celebration rules.

Cyclone Kenyon:
This is my granddaughter, Betty Lou. This is Roy Rogers, the new cook. And his helper.

[Betty Lou holds her hand up]

Betty Lou Kenyon:
How do you do Mr. Rogers?

[Roy shakes her hand and then removes his hat]

Roy Rogers:
How do you do?

[Oliver comes over from the sink]

Cyclone Kenyon:
This is her boyfriend, Oliver.

Roy Rogers:
Howdy.

Oliver Griffith:
Hi.

Betty Lou Kenyon:
Grandfather, please. Oliver is NOT my boyfriend. He's merely the little boy who lives on the next ranch.

Oliver Griffith:
Is that so? Well just for that, you can wash your own dishes! You were right Cyclone. Women, phooey!