Destry Rides Again1939

Kent:
Nice work, honey.

Frenchy:
Practice makes perfect.

Kent:
Well that does it. This gives us a solid strip of land right across the valley.

Frenchy:
And what do we do now?

Cowboy:
Nothin', until those cattlemen try to drive their herds through without payin'.

Bugs:
How many steers will come through?

Kent:
Last year, there were 350,000. Now if we charge 'em twenty-five cents a head, that makes...$87,500.

Bugs:
Now that's money.

Frenchy:
We're rich!

Gyp:
I'll get my gal's teeth plugged with diamonds and just set and watch her smile. [Frenchy stuffs the signed-over deed to the land into her low-cut dress]

Kent:
[as he grabs the paper] I'll take care of that.

Frenchy:
[She takes some gold coins from the poker game and drops them down the front of her dress] I'd rather have cash - in the bank.