Inspector: You quoting the law to the Law, Holden?
Grey: You're the law in St. Louis, not aboard the Enterprise.
Hunk Farber: Oh, Monte, I forgot to tell you. The senator's got a thousand-dollar reward on you.
Monte Loman: A thousand dollars. That's all? Guess even he doesn't figure his son was worth much.
Grey: But I thought I've been saving that space, Mr. Sickel.
J. C. Sickel: Yeah, for what, for instance?
Grey: Well, for instance, it'd just about accommodate one hundred and twelve crates of mechanical apple peelers.
J. C. Sickel: Mechanical apple peelers?
Grey: Got any idea where I might locate such an item?
J. C. Sickel: Why, blast your scheming Yankee hide. You know full well and good that I've got a hundred and twelve cases of mechanical apple peelers gathering dust in this warehouse for most of three years! Come on, come on.
Grey: Well, why don't you sell 'em?
J. C. Sickel: Because I can't sell no mechanical apple peelers, that's why! Neither can no one else.
Grey: Well, the man who sold you mechanical apple peelers to you, he sure could sell mechanical apple peelers.
Ashley Cowan: Ah, Captain... is it Grey Holden or Holden Grey? I never can...
Grey: What are you doing here, Cowan? Did you run out of riverboats to be thrown off of?
Ashley Cowan: Why, Captain, I've never been thrown off this one, have I?
Grey: That's only a technicality. I've never caught you cheating.
Ashley Cowan: And you never shall.
Grey: Sister Angela. You going back so soon? Any luck?
Sister Angela: There's no such thing as luck, Captain Holden.
Grey: Yes, ma'am.
Sister Angela: Even if there were, I didn't have any.
Grey: Does this mean you'll have to give up the mission school?
Sister Angela: Work doesn't sustain itself. And the means to support it haven't been provided.
Grey: You mean nobody coughed up the money.
Sister Angela: They weren't shown the way, Captain.
Grey: Well, ma'am, that's more or less what I meant.
Grey: Wish I had nothing to do but sail a nice little boat down a nice big river.
Ben: Yeah, and why is it you always seem to find your way up here every time I'm coming to this next stretch of water? What's the matter, don't you think I can handle this old mud scow where it's tricky?
Grey: Don't--don't get touchy. If you couldn't sail her off a sandbar with a bucket of water thrown splashed over the side, you wouldn't be my partner.
Ben: I thought maybe you came up here to hold my hand.
Grey: I came up here to get away from people.
Ben: Well, thanks a lot.
Sister Angela: Puts you in a strange position, doesn't it, Captain? You can't condemn him yet you can't forgive him.
Grey: Well, perhaps the best thing would be to forget him.
Grey: All right. There's your refund for the rest of the trip. There'll be boats passing by here every few hours. Just remember the name of this one, the Enterprise. I wouldn't want you to make the mistake of boarding her again.
Ashley Cowan: Your concern for my welfare is a tender thing, Captain.