Lily Belle: Hey you! Give me those pants. And from now now on, leave my husband alone.
Frenchy: I don't want your husband, Mrs. Callahan - all I want is his money... and his pants.
Lily Belle: And how'd you get 'em? By making eyes at him while you cheated, you gilded lily!
Frenchy: But Mrs. Callahan, you know he would rather be cheated by me than married to you.

Boris: All I want is to be a cowboy and to wear my own pants!

Judge Slade: According to the provisions of the statutes of our territorial commonwealth, you gentleman of the jury have been selected as representative citizens of our fair community. We want to see that the public's faith is justified. So when you boys retire to consider a verdict, stay out awhile. Mr. Kent will see that you are plentifuly provided with liquid refreshments. And after you have deliberated sufficiently, weighed all the evidence fair and square, and brought in a verdict of not guilty, you will be amply rewarded. You understand?

Washington Dimsdale: Frenchy, am I really Sheriff?
Frenchy: Sure you are!
Washington Dimsdale: Then I'm off the liquor. A man's got to choose between the bottle and the badge.

[Boris has bet and lost his pants in game of poker]
Boris: Frenchy, think of my position. I've met every king in Europe!
Frenchy: Now you've met two aces in Bottleneck. Off with your pants.

[Having sworn in his new deputy]
Washington Dimsdale: Here's your badge. Don't let anybody see it.

[Wash announces he will send for Tom Destry to be his Deputy Sheriff]
Frenchy: But Destry's dead!
Bugs Watson: That makes him the right man for the job.
Gyp Watson: Save us a lot of trouble.
Washington Dimsdale: Is that so? Well, young Tom ain't dead and his father brought him up to be the toughest and fightin'est man that ever growed up in the West! He ain't got as big a name as his pa, but he cleaned up Tombstone and I'm sendin' for him to be my deputy and when he gets here, Destry will ride again!