Hawks: There's one thing you can make and it's blackberry pie.
Wooster: All right, you can have it.
(Throws pie in Hawks' face)
Hale: I guess I was a little hard on Wooster. His cooking is something almost fit to eat.
Wooster: (after tasting his stew) Maybe people have been right about my cooking.
Hale: When did you start readin' my mind?
Hawks: I'm not readin' your mind, I'm readin' your face. It's like an open book printed in big letters.
Hartfield: (to Wooster) We're a fine posse. One man wounded, one man that's as good as crippled.
Dallas: Hi, Link. The last I heard you were gonna be the guest of honor at a necktie social or did they let you out so you could get that money you borrowed from the bank and have yourself a time.
Hartsfield: You're talkin' pretty big for a tinhorn gunman. The last time we met you were breakin' into piggie banks and boastin' about it.
Nitpick: The viewer is required to have a major suspension of disbelief when Link Harftield, awaiting execution, suddenly escapes and shows up in the cave where the money is hidden.