Owny: When I come back, I'll curry-comb the evidence.
Dan: Curry-comb the...? Curry-comb the what?
Owny: The evidence. Wrangel's horse, that's evidence, isn't it?
Dan: Yeah, yeah.
Dan: (not realizing Owny is dressed up like him) Holy jumpin' jehosophat! Looks like a stuffed monkey!
Dan: Owny, I... I did tell you to get slicked up. But, uh, I--I didn't tell you to get dressed up for a masquerade.
Owny: Mr. Troop, these clothes are exactly like yours.
Dan: Now, Owny, I'll tell you what you do. You, uh, you stay out here where there's nobody around and practice, see. After you run out of ammunition, if you're still alive, you come on back to town.
Owny: You think you'll be all right in town without me, Mr. Troop?
Dan: I think I can handle it, Owny. Now, don't you start shooting until I get out of sight, you hear?