- Smokey Joe Miller: [after hearing the mail plane fly over] Them there mail fellers are alright, I reckon, and they are fast. But sure, they can't hold a pack into the Pony Express, bringin' that mail through hell and high water. That was a man-sized job.
- Abby: [with disdain] Huh!
- Smokey Joe Miller: [glares at Abby] They ain't bothered with any bandits up there. They ain't dodgin' any Indian tomahawks, like us Pony Express riders did.
- Indian Tom: Hmm. Injun up there too. My sister's boy, Charlie Angelo... he fly mail, out of Rock Spring.
- Smokey Joe Miller: Tom, you old Comanche. Here's one Fargo rider you didn't massacre. 'Member the time I held off the whole bunch - single-handed.
- Abby: Still bragging... ain't stopped for 50 years...
- Smokey Joe Miller: Abby, I hear'd yuh. That's the thanks you get - for making California safe for the females.
- Abby: Yeahhh, it's safe. Too safe. Too tame, yuh mean. It's fools like you that stops the thrills.
- Smokey Joe Miller: Thrills? Who'd you ever thrill?
- [Abby gasps]