Pat Brady: Hmmm, very grave. Very grave. The fibula and the tibula have gone haywire. His cerebellum has suffered a cranial cataclysm. I'm afraid that miosterial gravis with neocropsy might set in.
Tim: I wonder how it feels to get a concussion and lose your mind.
Bob: You ought to know; you've been doing without one for years.
Tim: Oh, is that so! Well, I'm the brains of this outfit.
Bob: Well, tell Miss Penny what we're here for, Brains.
Christina: So you're what the public's going crazy about. A singing cowboy.
Pat Brady: I resent that, ma'am. I'll have you know that in my day I was one of the most daring riders of the range. Why, I've looked death right in the face.
Christina: That must have been pretty horrible. For both of you.
Karl: [Roy is faking unconsciousness] Look, he doesn't even move.
