- Abigail Briggs: This man's no thief. Have you ever seen a more honest face, Sherrif? I trust him with my life. I already have. Now, isn't that right, Rowdy?
- Abigail Briggs: If you keep this up, I'll start thinking I'm your Grandma meself.
- Rowdy Yates: I wouldn't mind that.
- Abigail Briggs: You wouldn't think a boy his age would be bashful, now would you?
- Rowdy Yates: Grandma, is I want to ask her out, I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself.
- Abigail Briggs: Well, ask her. See, I'm sure Jane wouldn't mind you walking her home.
- Jane: Oh, but I don't go home right away. I have to.
- Abigail Briggs: I know. Bring your Dad his supper.
- [at the Indian Springs Bank]
- Abigail Briggs: Would you be kind enough to carry this? I'm tired enough to sleep sound as a dollar.
- Rowdy Yates: You should. What have you got in here, bricks?
- Abigail Briggs: Of course, and all solid gold.
- Abigail Briggs: Not the bank!
- Rowdy Yates: That's right. Now, you can get it out in the morning before you take your stage.
- Abigail Briggs: But Rowdy.
- Rowdy Yates: Now Grandma, this is not the tin box you were worried about. This is a bank with a safe made out of solid iron.
- Abigail Briggs: Oh dear.
- Pop: [the Bank Manager] The doors are nearly a foot thick, Mrs Briggs. Four teams had to freight this from the railheads.
- Abigail Briggs: [Grandma is stroking the door of the safe] Mm.
- Rowdy Yates: Satisfied now, Grandma?
- Pop: We trust it. There's a lot of gold and currency in there.
- Abigail Briggs: So I see. I suppose you just lock it up at night and forget it?