Mayor: No professional gamblers allowed in town on Sunday.
Darby: Tell me, how long has that rule been in effect?
Mayor: Just thought of it.
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Darby: (about the wanted poster of himself) I shouldn't try to collect that reward if I were you.
Bart: I hadn't even thought of it.
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Darby: If it takes me the rest of my life I'm going to clear my good name.
Bart: Which one?
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Darby: Shall we move along?
Bart: But in separate directions if it's all the same to you.
Darby: But we were getting on so well. Surely you're not going to let a little thing like this come between us.
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Sheriff: (about Jeb Plummer) If we're talkin' about people he'd be the worst but if we're talkin' about Plummers he ain't so bad.
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Sheriff: You mean to tell me that you'd accept money for turnin' in a friend?
Darby: Yes.
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Bart: I always keep a little mad money tucked away in the lining of my coat, Sheriff, and I'm mad.
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Bart: Tell me your secret, Darby. How do you go through all this and stay so neat?
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Bart: (after Darby has tied him to a tree) I always feel a lot safer standin' off Indians when I'm tied to a tree.
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Cindy Lou: I do declare. You're the most contemptible, disreputable man.
Bart: You're a bit of a mess yourself.
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Cindy Lou: What do you take me for--a fibber?
Bart: No, ma'am, your trouble is trippin' over the truth.
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Cindy Lou: Indians, I thought all they ever did was fight and hunt.
Bart: Some of 'em hunt for girls.
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Bart: (about Darby) He won't cheat you out of anything he can owe you.
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Darby: (to Bart) You're a most distrustful man.
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