- Alma: [talking to Susan Bradley] I sent my picture into one of those Lonely Hearts Clubs and they sent it back, saying "We're not *that* lonely!"
- Alma: Chris, what's wrong?
- Chris Maule: Marty Peters was just here.
- Alma: Marty Peters? The man who shot the last blacksmith?
- Chris Maule: He... he... he did what?
- [Chris has just been made the new blacksmith]
- Alma: Well, it's all based on circumstantial evidence. No one actually saw the bullet leave the gun.
- [Chris faints dead away]
- Alma: [singing] Yeah, they say they have hair on their chest, the only thing I've seen is just a fancy vest. Holy smackers, milk and crackers, but it's wild in the wild, wild West.
- Deborah Andrews: Well, here we are.
- Alma: Yes, The three of us.
- Susan Bradley: I don't know whether we're the three musketeers or the three blind mice.
- Deborah Andrews: [singing] I had no petticoat trimmed with lace, My angel cake was a pure disgrace, My face was my fortune, My mother said, And my dancing slippers, Of bright, bright red, A million miles I have danced or more, In hopes Prince Charming would cross the floor, I can't understand it, I've waltzed and I've whirled, But, my goodness me, It's a great big world
- Deborah Andrews, Susan Bradley, Alma: And it's cold, cold, cold...
- Alma: If you're going to shoe that horse, you'd better get started.
- Chris Maule: Alma, I've a confession. I'm afraid of horses.
- Alma: Oh, that's all in your mind. Say to yourself, "I'm brave."
- Chris Maule: I'm brave.
- Alma: "I'm determined!"
- Chris Maule: I'm determined.
- Alma: "I'm fearless!"
- Chris Maule: I'm fearless. I'm a liar.
- Susan Bradley: Would it be possible you don't want to marry me?
- H.H. Hartsey: Now wait a minute, Miss Bradley. I wanna marry ya, I wanna marry ya somethin' like all get-out. I wanna marry ya somethin' awful, ma'am. But please, ma'am, please say no.
- Susan Bradley: Why did you become a Harvey girl, Deborah?
- Deborah Andrews: I thought it would be exciting. What I really wanted to be - was a dancer. But my family thought it wasn't respectable.
- Susan Bradley: A dancer? And you, Alma?
- Alma: I lived on a farm.
- Susan Bradley: Why did you leave it?
- Alma: I was hungry.
- Em: [singing] Oh, you kid, You lovey-dovey kid, My heart is going ting-a-ling, If you like chicken grab a wing...
- Marty Peters: Horse is like my own brother.
- Chris Maule: There is a resemblance. That is, I mean to say, you can trust me, sir. I'll shoe him like he was my own brother.
- Em: Quite a little contest we're having. Last year, if you didn't like somebody, you settled it with your fists or a gun. Now we *dance* it out, don't we?
- Judge Sam Purvis: I don't get it.
- Ned Trent: Well, get this. If anything else happens to the Harvey girls, you'll answer to me for it.
- Judge Sam Purvis: So, you've joined up with the petticoats then?
- Ned Trent: I haven't joined anything. All I'm saying to you is, lay off.
- Ned Trent: This country's not exactly healthy for a woman, Miss Bradley.
- Susan Bradley: Why? Do you mean because I tripped? Well, that could happen back in Ohio.
- Ned Trent: Back in Ohio they'd find you.
- Alma: Show the horse you're not afraid of him.
- Chris Maule: [addressing the horse] Would you please sit down and give me your foot?
- Alma: That's not the way, silly. See?
- [picks up the horse's hoof]
- Alma: It's very simple. All you have to do is take the pincers and *pry* all the nails from the foot. Then you take a rasp and *file* the foot down. Errrrrrr. Then you take a hot shoe, red-hot, and *burn* his foot to a level. Then he's ready for shoeing. Place it on his foot and *drive* six long nails into it. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong.
- [Chris faints]
- Alma: I suppose I'll have to do it.
- Susan Bradley: I probably acted like a snob about girls like you. I mean, what I thought girls like you were like. And after all, it's only a matter of style, isn't it? I mean, some people wear one kind of dress, other people wear another.
- Deborah Andrews: We're Harvey girls.
- Susan Bradley: What's that, a college?
- Alma: No. We're waitresses.
- Deborah Andrews: [singing] I finished high school, In Providence, Rhode Island, In Providence, Rhode Island, is where I learned to dance...
- Ned Trent: Hey, that's a pretty good number.
- Em: It's new. Terry taught it to me.
- Ned Trent: Good work, Terry.
- Terry O'Halloran: Thanks, Mr. Trent. It's really Em's voice that puts 'em over.
- Em: My *voice*? He's so *young*!
- Rev. Claggett: On this night, the male population of Sandrock, for the first time, turned down a wild time in favor of a good time.
- Susan Bradley: This certainly is the barren, blistered end of creation out here. I don't know. Maybe it's good for the men to have a little entertainment.
- Sandrock Male Chorus: [singing] Didja ever see such purty femininity, Arrivin' all at once in this h'yere town?
- Sonora Cassidy: Now for the pièce de résistance. Folks we're going to teach you a brand-new dance. It's the first dance ever heard of where a fellow puts his arm around the lady's waist. It's a brand new dance that's all the rage way back East, in Kansas City!
- John Henry: [singing] Do you hear that whistle down the line? I figure that it's engine number forty-nine, She's the only one that'll sound that way, On the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe...