Dulcey Coopersmith: How can you go away for a whole week without a single change of socks?
Marshal Jim Crown: I don't imagine the judge will even notice.
Dulcey Coopersmith: Well, you just think of me slaving over that hot iron and I'll think of you strutting around that hotel wearing this...
[a fine new shirt]
Dulcey Coopersmith: ...and have all those ladies say...
Marshal Jim Crown: ...look at that hayseed walkin' around like a peacock.
[Marshal Crown summons MacGregor from a saloon]
Angus Mac Gregor: Duty calls - no doubt a fair maiden to be rescued or a dragon or two to be slain.