Hank Bracket : You know, my partner's an old hand at these necktie parties.
Miss Baker : Oh?
Hank Bracket : No, really. The first one I attended, he was the guest of honor. That's where I found him. I just plucked him out of a cottonwood tree... and he wasn't very ripe either.
Johnny Reach : I'd be swingin' there yet if old Hank hadn't happened by... and spoke up from the other end of a double-stacked blowgun.
Hank Bracket : If you're thinkin' he was brought up in a barn, ma'am, it was nothin' that fancy. It was a wickiup.
Miss Baker : You mean an Indian dwelling?
Hank Bracket : He's not even quite civilized yet.
Miss Baker : Well, you don't look like a savage.
Johnny Reach : Oh, I'm tame. Family came out of Kansas. My stepmother raised me - she was pureblooded Chiricahua.
Miss Baker : Oh, you lived with her.
Johnny Reach : Her people, yes ma'am, after Pa passed away. Still can't sit horse with a saddle on it or sleep on a bed. Sorry.