[Henrietta, dressed as a boy, points a rifle at Bill]
Henrietta Tovers: Put your hands up, mister - way up.
Bill Longley: That's a mighty big gun for such a small boy.
Henrietta Tovers: Help him! You gotta help him!
[Bill covers Roy's face]
Bill Longley: I wish I could.
Dave Travers: You reckon she'll talk to me?
Bill Longley: Give her a chance to cry. I'll bring her in; you can question her later.
Dave Travers: Seems proper to me.
George Brandon: Now look, Dave...!
Dave Travers: And it seems proper to you! Now come on.
Henrietta Tovers: I ain't gonna stay with no female. Pa never had no use for females.
Bill Longley: Where do you think he found you - under a cactus?
[Henrietta starts to peel off her clothes]
Bill Longley: Just a minute. If a lady's going to take a bath, I'm entitled to a little privacy. I'll, uh, I'll wait over there.
George Brandon: How did you know?
Bill Longley: If a man's ridin' away from you, it's pretty hard to put a bullet in his stomach.
Bill Longley: Hank, come out and say goodbye.
Bess Corbin: Henrietta...
[Henrietta emerges from her room wearing a pretty dress]
Henrietta Tovers: Just don't laugh, that's all. Don't laugh.
Bill Longley: May I have this dance?
[Bill takes Henrietta in his arms and they waltz around Bess's dress shop]