WINCHELL BICKERSTAFF: Ohh!
COPPER: What are we gonna do now, Cash?
CASH: You're gonna go home.
COPPER: But the band...
CASH: Don't you get it? You're fired!
GRANNY ROSE: You know what? You used to be a lot more fun to be around.
CASH: Oh, now, come on. Where are you going? Hey! Oh, yeah? Fine! We don't need you, either. Right, boys?
WAYLON: Sorry, Cash.
FLOYD: It just ain't no fun anymore. Why does it always rain when things go wrong?
WAYLON: I don't know, Floyd.
CASH: Happy now?
TOD: Copper, I'm sorry. I just wanted to...
COPPER: You ruined everything!
AMOS SLADE: Copper! Attaboy. Let's get outta here.
WIDOW TWEED: Oh, Tod. There, there, now.
COPPER: Dixie? What are you doing here?
DIXIE: I just thought you should know that blowing your cover was my idea. Not Tod's. I guess I just lost sight of what's really important. And, darling, I'm awful sorry. He never wanted to hurt you. He just wanted you to be his friend again. Well, that's what I came to say.
COPPER: Are we still friends?
TOD: I don't know. Aren't you all mad?
COPPER: Well, I've been thinking, I've been kind of a cabbage head.
TOD: If that ain't right, grits ain't groceries.
COPPER: Well, anyway, I sure am sorry.
TOD: Yeah, and I'm sorry too. Hey! I just got a great idea. Hang on. Got something for you.
COPPER: Thanks, but I didn't get you anything.
TOD: No, no. It belongs to the talent scout. I figure you could use it to find him. You know, if you still want that audition.
TOD: You're a real hunting dog, aren't you? And this here hat is his address.