Sonny: You've had a hard day. Why don't you scrunch down in the bag?
Hallie: Oh, I wish it were that easy. I don't sleep.
Sonny: Ever? How old are you?
Sonny: I ain't carrying it. And you can't carry it.
Hallie: The hell I can't. I've carried this stuff a lot of times.
Sonny: Where? Up the escalator at Bloomingtons, or Bloomingbirds or wherever the hell it is?
Hallie: I've been to the rodeo, twice.
Sonny: Did you stay for the rattlesnake round up?
Hallie: Yes, I stayed. Right until the end. I saw the whole thing.
Sonny: They don't have one. How're you going to round up a rattlesnake?
Hallie: I'm just trying to be pleasant. You get so worked up about everything.
Sonny: What have I got to be worked up about? I've only got a stolen horse; everybody except the Coast Guard is after me; I've got nothing but miles of open country to cross; and now I'm carrying a crazy woman around, wearing shoes from Bloomingbirds who thinks she's seen a rattlesnake round up.
Hallie: They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Sonny: I know. I'm the one who said it.
Hallie: Mr. Steele, why were you 45 minutes late to the press conference?
Sonny: Well, I'd like to apologize for that. I was giving mouth to mouth resuscitation to a bottle of tequila. And, we lost her too.
Man: Hey! Hey, Hallie! Hallie Martin! We met in New York, remember?