- Bridget Malone: I've heard about his kind as far away as Dublin. He's one of those scalpin' aborigines that goes about half-naked lifting the hair off of decent folk.
- Yancy Derringer: Oh, not any more. He's housebroken.
- John Colton: Out, turnkey.
- Yancy Derringer: Goodbye, friend jailer.
- Jailer: Oh, don't say goodbye, Yancy. See you again real soon.
- John Colton: Yancy, when you agreed to be my underground agent, we said that you would do anything to *uphold* law and order, not go shooting down chandiliers in The Charter House.
- Yancy Derringer: Just having a little fun. I paid for the chandilier.
- John Colton: Did you have to embarrass me and get caught?
- Yancy Derringer: How did I know it would fall on the Chief of Police?
- John Colton: What is it? What have you learned?
- Yancy Derringer: It's the plague. The plague, Mr. Colton! By morning this city could become a pesthole. I'm going to burn that silk.
- John Colton: The plague? I can't authorize it, but burn it!
- Madame Francine: Bridget, the trouble with Mr. Derringer is that he's a little bit in love with every beautiful woman he meets.