Trail of Kit Carson

[first lines]

[to gunman in doorway]

Dave MacRoy:
What do you want?

Bill Harmon:
Hi!

John Benton:
How are you, stranger?

Bill Harmon:
Oh, as well as can be expected, I guess.

John Benton:
Well, I always say, if you keep your expectations small, your disappointments won't be so big.

[learning his partner has died]

Bill Harmon:
So Dave's in his final claim.

Bill Harmon:
I'm interested in something stronger than your evidence or mine.

Sheriff 'Buffalo' Bailey:
What's that?

Bill Harmon:
The truth! And I plan to keep prospecting until I pan it out.

Bill Harmon:
How are you?

Gunsmith 'Trigger' Chandler:
Just as fit as hard work and a clean conscience can keep a man.

Henchman 'Red' Snyder:
Well, what do you think of your friend Harmon?

Gunsmith 'Trigger' Chandler:
I think the town could stand reduction in its population.

Henchman 'Red' Snyder:
I'd be willing to reduce its census figures by one for, say, five thousand dollars.

Gunsmith 'Trigger' Chandler:
That's pretty high, especially since you've got a grudge against him yourself.

Henchman 'Red' Snyder:
Killing a guy for a grudge is pleasure. Killing for somebody else is business - and I never mix business with pleasure.

Dr. Charles B. 'Doc' Ryan:
Looks like we're going to have to spend $5000 to protect $100,000.

Gunsmith 'Trigger' Chandler:
I'll put Red right to work.

Dr. Charles B. 'Doc' Ryan:
Tell him to make it look good. Have him provoke Harmon until he goes gunning for him.

Gunsmith 'Trigger' Chandler:
All right, Mr. Coroner. You'll have another autopsy for you tomorrow.

[Bill and John wait for John's daughter to arrive on the next stagecoach]

Bill Harmon:
I never let sleuthing get in the way of meeting a pretty girl.

John Benton:
How do you know she's good-looking?

Bill Harmon:
It's a matter of percentages.

John Benton:
Percentages?

Bill Harmon:
Sure! Somebody in the family has to be good-looking.

Bill Harmon:
Did you have a nice trip?

Joan Benton:
I thought it would never end! The driver walked the horses for the last five miles.

Bill Harmon:
Well, that's so he could make that run down the street to show the citizens how fast the service is.

John Benton:
This assayer is as slow as molasses, so I may be in there quite a while.

Joan Benton:
Don't hurry on my account, Dad.

Bill Harmon:
Take your time, Mr. Benton. There's been a lot of weather for your daughter and me to talk about.

Bill Harmon:
I only met your Dad yesterday, but I sure like him.

Joan Benton:
Well, I consulted with the stork a long time before I picked him out.

Joan Benton:
Let's go, Bill. He's drunk.

Henchman 'Red' Snyder:
I'd resent that if it came from a lady.

[Bill reaches for his pistol, but changes his mind]

Henchman 'Red' Snyder:
I didn't think you would. I bet you take your sasparilla straight!

[Red turns and walks into the saloon]

Joan Benton:
Being a gentleman is hard work at times, isn't it, Bill?

Bill Harmon:
I think you'd better help your daddy with that assay report.

Joan Benton:
Don't drink too much sasparilla.

[during a gunfight that destroys his bar]

Bart Hammond, Bartender:
Brooklyn wasn't good enough. I had to listen to Horace Greeley.

Sheriff 'Buffalo' Bailey:
One more drink and then you go.

[Red grabs the whiskey bottle and starts guzzling]

Bart Hammond, Bartender:
Wait a minute! Wait a minute! He said a drink, not a deluge!

[Joan visits Bill in jail]

Joan Benton:
I'm disappointed in you, William Harmon.

Bill Harmon:
Why is that, Joan?

Joan Benton:
I came here to cheer you up and you're gay as a lark.

Bill Harmon:
Why shouldn't I be? I'm in cage.

Joan Benton:
Maybe that's where you belong.

[Dr. Ryan prepares to operate on John]

Bill Harmon:
His pulse is good and it's going to be good after you get the bullet out - otherwise your pulse is going to stop suddenly.