Roy Rogers:
How about it, Gabby?
Gabby: Me, I'm rarin' for a ruckus too.
Pat: And baby makes three.
Bob Nolan: Four!
Roy Rogers: Well, come on, boys.
Gabby: Me, I'm rarin' for a ruckus too.
Pat: And baby makes three.
Bob Nolan: Four!
Roy Rogers: Well, come on, boys.
James Barrabee:
Now, calm, everybody, calm, calm!... don't get excited... be calm, Colonel, calm... there's nothing to get excited about at all...
[shouts at the top of his voice]
James Barrabee: Roy! Roy!
Colonel Silas Popen: Roy! Roy! Who's Roy?
[shouts at the top of his voice]
James Barrabee: Roy! Roy!
Colonel Silas Popen: Roy! Roy! Who's Roy?
Colonel Silas Popen:
Why, by gadfly, sir, that calls for a duel!
Roy Rogers: [moving toward him] A duel?
Colonel Silas Popen: But first you're going to get a sharp letter from my lawyers.
Roy Rogers: [moving toward him] A duel?
Colonel Silas Popen: But first you're going to get a sharp letter from my lawyers.