South of Santa Fe

Gabby Whittaker:
Stand on your feet, you lyin' buzzard! It's agin my principles to shoot a man sittin' down.

Tim:
Hey, Sheriff, let us out of here! I wasn't raised to be a convict.

Sheriff Benton:
Hey! If you don't stop that racket I'll...

Tim:
Aw, you'll do what? Throw us in jail, I suppose.

Roy Rogers:
[singing about Mr. Moreland] Living in the open ought to do him lots of good, for...

Roy and Pioneers:
[singing] He should be a Vaquero!

Lloyd:
He never gets out!

Tim:
He's lame, no doubt!

Karl:
He's got the gout!

Hugh:
He's much too stout.

Roy Rogers:
[singing] What do you think we ought to do?

Roy and Pioneers:
[singing] Why, he should be a Vaquero!