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Pete Daley:
Destry, you gotta protect me.

Harrison Destry:
From what?

Pete Daley:
Will ya?

Harrison Destry:
Well now, Pete, if I were in your place, I'm not the exactly the kind of fella I'd want protectin' me.

Pete Daley:
Don't forget, Destry, we've been friends for years.

Harrison Destry:
All right, Pete, all right - but protect you from what?

Harrison Destry:
From J.P. Crane.

Harrison Destry:
What's dangerous about him?

Pete Daley:
She's a girl. She wants to marry me.

Harrison Destry:
Well, just tell her, "No thanks."

Pete Daley:
But I got another dreadful problem.

Harrison Destry:
What's that, Pete?

Pete Daley:
I love her.