The Doolins of Oklahoma

[Annie and Rose watch the men leave on another cattle drive]

Cattle Annie:
I sure wish I was one of 'em.

Rose of Cimarron:
But you can't be. All you can do is sit here...and hear that tune play...and watch them leave...and wonder if they're going to come back.

Cattle Annie:
You're talking about love...I'm talking about cows!

Bill Doolin:
Somebody once said, "No man's bad enough to be shot in the back."

Little Bill:
Old Ben Franklin said, "We shall hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately." Now that fits us, just like it fit them.

Thomas 'Arkansas' Jones:
Come on, come on. Let's go!

Bill Doolin:
What's the hurry? We're taking a rest, remember?

Thomas 'Arkansas' Jones:
I'm telling you we got to get out of here!

Bill Doolin:
What's all the rush?

Thomas 'Arkansas' Jones:
I just robbed a bank!

Little Bill:
Alone?

Thomas 'Arkansas' Jones:
Well, there was only one bank!

Bill Doolin:
I see you still have the habit of sleeping outside.

Thomas 'Arkansas' Jones:
Yeah, you live longer that way. See, when the shooting starts, I don't have to stop to open the door.

Marshal Sam Hughes:
Remember, we, the law, will beat them because right is on our side - and that makes a big difference.

Rose of Cimarron:
Well, they say a man's the best company when he's alone.

Thomas 'Arkansas' Jones:
Oh, come on, Melissa! Marry me, please?

Melissa Price:
Ask me sometime when you're sober, Arkansas.

Thomas 'Arkansas' Jones:
It's a funny thing. She won't marry me when I'm drunk and I won't marry her when I'm sober.

Thomas 'Arkansas' Jones:
Bill Doolin - married to a woman!

Little Bill:
Yeah, they make the best wives.

Elaine Burton:
You know, this is my first opportunity to show off my new husband.

Bill Doolin:
New husband? Was there an old one?

Deacon Burton:
You're dead, Bill - and I don't want my daughter married to a dead man.

Thomas 'Arkansas' Jones:
Bill, that jail ain't big, but it looks harder to get into than most jails is to get out of.

Epilogue:
And so ended the Doolin Gang. The trails they rode were of their own choosing.