- Barnaby West: Aren't those initials after her name? MD? Doesn't that mean Medical Doctor?
- Charlie Wooster: From here it looks like Many Daughters to me.
- Dr. Katy Piper: He shot the boy as an automatic reflex to the presence of danger. I don't see what he or any other gallant young man could do in the circumstances.
- Judge: Well, thank you, Miss, er, or do I call you Doctor Piper?
- Dr. Katy Piper: I'm both. I answer to either form of address.
- Barnaby West: Seventeen. A gunman. Now he's dead.
- Charlie Wooster: Well, it wasn't your fault, Barney.
- Barnaby West: But I shot at him, Charlie. He didn't shoot at me.
- Charlie Wooster: How could you know that this was just a piece of junk he was pointing at you and not a gun?
- Barnaby West: 7 to 9. NO TROUBLE! I was counting on at least one of them being 16 or 17 years old. That's the kind of trouble I like. Hey, wait a minute!
- Charlie Wooster: Just getting it, huh?
- Barnaby West: How can she have four daughters in two years?
- Mrs. Reed: If it hadn't been that kind of father, it might not have been that kind of son.
- Christopher Hale: I'm reproved an humble.
- Christopher Hale: And that's how Loney was brought up, your Honour.
- Mrs. Reed: By a boozer and I painted cat.
- Mrs. Reed: How's your conscience been lately?
- Cooper Smith: Not too good.
- Mrs. Reed: Then sit with her, weep with her if necessary. It might help to wash his blood off your hands.
- Cooper Smith: What do you mean by that?
- Mrs. Reed: Oh, it's a figure of speech, as you know, but when someone has killed someone, he has metaphorically dipped his hands in the dead man's blood.
- Barnaby West: Where're all your girls?
- Dr. Katy Piper: Out stalking a husband for me. So they don't end up with an eighty-year old spinster mother.
- Barnaby West: How'd you collect all of them anyway?
- Dr. Katy Piper: Oh, you and the judge. And they women are snoopy.
- Cooper Smith: I heard some shooting the other day and went out to see what it was. Barney was practising shooting with his right hand. Only Barney's left-handed. He keeps that glove on his left hand. he won't show it to anybody.
- Rosie: Mom, do you like Bill Hawks?
- Dr. Katy Piper: Now, let's see. He's a very nice man. We had a lovely long talk yesterday about that girl he's engaged to out in Ohio.
- Rosie: Do you like Coop Smith?
- Dr. Katy Piper: Mm. Very handsome, but he's a few years younger than I am, I think.
- Charlie Wooster: This is our family Bible. And all the deaths and births and marriages was written in here by my father. Only trouble is, he had rheumatism so doggone bad, you can hardly read his writing. And it got worse every year. I was, let's see, I was the eighth, youngest child. My name was Charlie. Here I am. Right here. Charles. That's it, see. See how bad his writing was and the crooked way he wrote numbers. Let's see, where are we now? It's 1869. Now if this reads eighteen and seven, does it, yeah. Then I'm 62. Yup. However this nought here looks more like a one, don't it? In which case I would be 52. Right?
- [More deciphering and discussing with the girls continue]
- Charlie Wooster: That'd be 1847. I'd be 22 years old.
- Dr. Katy Piper: Lily's people were Navahoes who were murdered by the Utes. So I bought her from their medicine man, you know, one doctor dealing with another, so to speak. For 5 gallons of pure grain alcohol. I gave them fire water. But I saved a little girl's life. You going to tell the authorities?
- Cooper Smith: Your hand?
- Barnaby West: That's only part of it. All of me is sick, My hand, my heart, my head. If I knew what the word soul meant, I'd say that was sick too. Coop, did you ever have to break the news to somebody a person they love was dead.
- Cooper Smith: After the second battle at Bull Run, my buddy's mother.
- Barnaby West: Did you tell her you shot her? All right, so now you know. So don't ask me to find a new mountain pass or something. I've gotta find a brave man, brave enough to tell a mother that he murdered her 17 year old son.
- Rosie: Standing around here moping like you're practising to be a corpse while Coop does all the work. Including yours! I'm getting tired of it.
- Barnaby West: Well, what could I help him with?
- Dr. Katy Piper: Blood. A transfusion.
- Barnaby West: Why don't you give him mine. I seem to have too much of it.
- Mrs. Reed: Come in, boy. You're not going to murder yourself out of this. If I don't kill ya, my friends there will.
- Charlie Wooster: Why don't you go with her, Coop? We're scared the spots off those Arapahoes. They're not coming back.
- Cooper Smith: Bill?
- Bill Hawks: Go ahead, Coop. From now on we'll be in Navaho territory. Have a treaty with them.