Gene Autry: I'd like permission to carry a gun.
Capt. Gonzales: A gun? Why?
Gene Autry: Because I'm joining in on this hunt and it might come in handy.
Capt. Gonzales: I can appreciate how you feel, seor, but take my advice and go back to your ranch.
Gene Autry: In other words, that's a polite way of sayin' no, isn't it?
Capt. Gonzales: (laughing) Yes. This is a matter for the police.
Gene Autry: I'm sorry, Captain. Gun or no gun, or whether you like it or not, I'm not leavin' this town until I find out who murdered my partner. Let's go, Pokie.

Dusty Morgan: String wire? I'm sorry, Gene, but I'm workin' on something else.
Gene Autry: Blonde or redhead?
Dusty Morgan: See for yourself
[nods at the lovely Elena]
Gene Autry: Not bad. I'd like to meet her myself.
Dusty Morgan: So would I.

[first lines]
First Flower Girl: Welcome to the carnival, senor.
Gene Autry: Thanks. Viva Mexico!
Second Flower Girl: Viva United States!
Pokie: Yeah. Viva pretty girls!

[singing]
Pokie: I had two trusty pistols, had me two leather holsters hangin' by my side. I had a two-gaited pony till the day matrimony took my bridle and gave me a bride...
[someone throws a knife at Pokie, pinning his hat to the wall beside him]
Pokie: That's all, folks.