DOCTOR: Oh, my dear Dodo, my dear Dodo. You know you're fast becoming a prey to every cliche-ridden convention in the American West. And it's high time we left. Now, come along.

STEVEN: Thank goodness for that.

BALLAD: So fill up your glasses,

And join in the song.

The law's right behind you,

And it won't take long.

So come, you coyotes

And howl at the moon,

Till there's blood upon the sawdust,

In The Last Chance Saloon.

DOCTOR: Now don't be ridiculous. Doc Holliday's a great friend of mine. He gave me a gun, he extracted my tooth. Good gracious me, what more do you want?

DOCTOR: Why you have to dress yourselves up like Tom Mix I can’t imagine. You’re asking for trouble. Why can’t you wear inconspicuous clothes like I do?

DODO: Oh, what about me? Don’t you like it?

DOCTOR: Oh, that hat is certainly wrong with it.

DODO: Oh, it’s not supposed to be. That’s for you.

DOCTOR: For me, my dear child? Oh, that’s very thoughtful of you, thank you. Yes, at least it’ll keep the rain off. Yes, it’s most suitable.

DOCTOR: Oh, just a minute, please. Haven’t you any anaesthetic?

HOLLIDAY: What?

DOCTOR: Well er, something to sort of dull the pain, man.

HOLLIDAY: Well I could give you a rap on the cranium with this six shooter.

DOCTOR: Good gracious, certainly not!

HOLLIDAY: You’re welcome to a slug o’ rattlesnake oil!

DOCTOR: Oh, my dear man, I never touch alcohol.

DOCTOR: Allow me, sir, to introduce Miss Dodo Dupont, wizard of the ivory keys, and er Steven Regret, tenor. And lastly sir, your humble servant Doctor Caligari.

MASTERSON: Doctor Who?

DOCTOR: Yes, quite right.

WYATT: You don’t know Pop, do ya?

VIRGIL: Howdy.

DOCTOR: Howdy. Would you mind not calling me Pop?

DOCTOR: I have no intention of trying anything, only people keep giving me guns and do I wish they wouldn’t.

DODO: Wyatt Earp!

WYATT: Oh, something wrong, ma’am?

DODO: Oh no, it’s just that, well, I always wanted to meet you and here we are face to face.

WYATT: Well, the Lord sure do move in mysterious ways, ma’am.