- [Jeff and his henchmen ambush some innocent ranchers]
- The Marshal: I got one of 'em that time!
- Tex, Beefy Camp Thug: Yeah, it looked to me like you got the right one, Tucson.
- [first lines]
- Pat Buttram: You know, there ain't nothin' like music to pass the time away, but this Peaceful Mesa sure is a long ways from Texas. We've been ridin' a week now. I hope it ain't much further.
- Gene Autry: Peaceful Mesa should be right up there - just a few more miles.
- Pat Buttram: You know, Gene, it looks to me like if you wanted to visit an old friend you could have found somebody closer to home.
- Gene Autry: You're seein' the country, Pat. Why, a man might get that cramped up feelin' spendin' all his time in a little ol' place like Texas.
- Pat Buttram: Yeah... What do you mean a cramped up feelin'? In Texas? Why, Gene, I hate to hear you talk like that. You know, Texas is the biggest, rootinest, tootinest place...
- [the sound of gunfire ends their discussion]
- [Mac has been mortally wounded]
- Ann Lawton: Mac! Mac! He's gone. Whoever those murderers are, I won't rest till I get them!
- [Mac has been mortally wounded]
- Tom Lawton: Mac! Mac! He's gone. Whoever those murderers are, I won't rest till I get them!