Sunset Trail

Superintendent:
We'll send you a first guest, and among those guests will be a certain man - William H. Cassidy.

Ann Marsh:
Who's Mr. Cassidy?

Superintendent:
There's still men in this country, Mrs. Marsh, who'll gladly lay down their work, no matter what it might be, to fight in the cause of right without hope of reward. Such a one is the man I'm privileged to call my friend, - William H. Cassidy.

Superintendent:
It's a simple matter of justice, Hoppy. These killers are ruthless. This last murder is the climax of many such cases that's happened on the Silver Trail.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Yes, I know. Some day those little trails out there are gonna become big highways. If we all stick together, we can make them a lot safer.

Hopalong Cassidy:
But, it's a funny thing. All big killers have ways of getting out of jail doors.

Superintendent:
They don't have any luck getting out of the cemetary gate once they're planted.

Hopalong Cassidy:
I guess that's the best place to put 'em.

Henchman Steve Dorman:
[jealously watching Dorrie looking at Lucky washing up and combing his hair] You like yourself pretty well, don't you?

Lucky Jenkins:
Well enough to keep clean.

Ann Marsh:
We're not running cattle. What else can you do?

Windy Halliday:
I can do everything from pot biling to pot wrastling, story-tellin' to lie-swappin'. I'm a pretty handy sort of feller whether for fun, frolic, or fright! Yeah, and I'm willin' to prove it too!