Yancy Derringer1958

Yancy Derringer:
You picked a fine time for your sister to arrive.

John Colton:
I didn't know she was coming. The first word I had was when she telegraphed from St. Louis.

Yancy Derringer:
It's quite simple. You give her an armed guard; don't let her on the street.

John Colton:
You don't know Agatha.

Yancy Derringer:
Agatha?

John Colton:
That's her name.

John Colton:
Yes, I remember - you told me. She looks like you.

John Colton:
She has red hair, blue eyes...

Yancy Derringer:
And a beard.