TUESDAY
Marshall Ardern: Folks. Folks, let me be perfectly clear. We ain't openin' the town up just yet. Soon, but not yet. You know, we all done good, but the plain truth of the matter is that we ain't out of the woods yet. There's a-trouble brewin'. Because they might come back. You know who I mean by they. You don't need me to spell it out. But you need me in every other single way and don't you forget that none.
Special Agent Peters: You heard the Marshall. She wants you to go about your business. But what business have you got left to attend to? This town is a ghost town. This town ain't got two cents to rub together. This town is flat broke and it's gettin' broker by the minute. And the Marshall wants you to continue to stay indoors? Seems to me that the Marshall is sitting on a pretty high horse. Well, she might want to remember who gave her that horse. I gave her that horse.
WEDNESDAY
Marshall Ardern: It's my horse.
Special Agent Peters: No it ain't.
THURSDAY
Minister Little: Sure, I know Special Agent Peters. We git along just fine. He makes me laugh all day long! I don't know what we'd do without him. Apart from the fact that things would be smoother, things would get done, conditions would improve, important issues of law and order would be resolved, and so forth. But things ain't lookin' too good for Special Agent Peters in the polls. That's a shame. I guess he won't be joinin' us in the saloon after the votes are cast. Hell, it won't be the same without him. It'll be better.
FRIDAY
Marshall Ardern: It's my horse.
Special Agent Peters: No it ain't.