Orly: I'm sick of you trailin' me. Now turn around.
Orly: 'Cause I don't like the looks of your back.
Orly: What's the matter with you? Can't you make up your mind whether you're a marshal, a preacher, or a gunslinger?
Hartman: I'm a little of all three, Orly, and I gotta warn you that's a combination that's gonna be hard to beat.
Wooster: I'll still bet a month's pay on that hard-headed bandit.
Hawks: It takes a hard head to know a hard head.
Judy: The world is full of good things, Orly, and if we just think about them we won't have time for trouble.
Hartman: You put up quite a battle, Orly, but you forgot one thing--you're outnumbered.