- [first lines]
- [to a reporter who is cleaning his fingernails]
- Big-City Editor: If you discover paydirt, let me know.
- Sheriff: Let me see your license.
- Larry O'Day: License? For what?
- Sheriff: What are you peddlin' - snake oil or horse liniment?
- Larry O'Day: Neither one. I'm peddlin' sunshine and joy... or trouble. Whatever the customer wants.
- Sheriff: What's your business?
- Larry O'Day: I haven't any. I'm just a rovin' cowboy.
- [indicating Larry's dude ranch clothes]
- Sheriff: In that rig you look more like a ramblin' rainbow.
- Lucky Smith: What you say they call you?
- Lucky Smith: Lucky Smith.
- Larry O'Day: They call you "Lucky"?
- Lucky Smith: Yeah
- [laughs]
- Lucky Smith: I got more luck than any two guys as ever got... and it's all bad.
- Barbara Hartwell: Dr. Von Kurtz is an entomologist.
- Lucky Smith: Oh, yeah? Where's your dummy!
- Larry O'Day: Not a ventriloquist, an entomologist. Entomologist!
- Lucky Smith: Ohhh... huh?
- Dr. Von Kurtz: Ach, such stupidity! An entomologist is a scientist - a man that collects bugs.
- Lucky Smith: Oh, that. Heh, I've been one for years and thought nothing of it.
- Obed Young: Corpse? What corpse?
- Larry O'Day: Her uncle was murdered.
- Obed Young: Didn't I tell her that ruin and disaster would strike her down!
- Larry O'Day: Maybe you had inside information.
- [last lines]
- [when the sheriff's deputy leads the beautiful Chinese women out of their hidden room, Lucky tries to follow]
- Sheriff: Where do you think you're going?
- Lucky Smith: Sheriff, can't I be deported, too? I think I'd like it in China.
- [gazing at Barbara]
- Larry O'Day: I know I like right here where I am.