- Bruto Half-Tongue: What are you doing sitting under my little shade tree?
- Anthony Blessing: Your shade tree?
- Bruto Half-Tongue: Yes my shade tree. Isn't that right Ignacio?
- Anthony Blessing: Well our apologies. We didn't know it was your shade tree.
- Bruto Half-Tongue: Well, it's too late to say I'm sorry, amigo. Look, you have already used up all the shade. Now there is none left for me.
- [Ned Blessing, awaiting his date with the hangman, decides to write his life story]
- Ned Blessing: Chapter 1 - Tors Buckner Robs Me of My Past and Future... Ned Blessing - you've probably heard of me by now - newspapers, magazines, the Police Gazette and such. The scribblers have been comin' in here on a daily basis, pushin' and shovin' to get the story of my life. That's all right with me. I wouldn't let Sheriff James T. Neemeier and his mob of lice-scratchers catch me in the first place if I wasn't lookin' for attention.