Roy O'Bannon is leaning back in a chair with his feet up on Wang's desk. He's looking at girly pictures in a stereoscope when Wang, who has just collared a bad guy, walks in.

Wang: Roy, I just brought in Monk Callahan, the notorious pie thief. It got messy. He just ate a cherry pie, and he was all sticky. (makes a face)

Roy: (tearing himself away from his girly pics) Good work, John. Sorry I couldn't help you out there, but somebody's gotta keep an eye on things around here.

Wang: (glancing at the stereoscope which Roy is still holding) I see where you've been keeping your eyes, Roy. Don't worry. Fido helped. He likes cherry pie. He found Callahan for me. When I put him in jail, I didn't see Bagpipe Barney. What did you do with him?

Roy: Oh him. I let him go. He's harmless, really. I made him a loan of some proper cowboy duds, though. Couldn't let him run around town in that skirt. That would be suicide.

Wang: (alarmed) You didn't give him back his noisy sack, did you? He was scaring the animals and giving all the townspeople headaches.

Roy: (stands up and leans against the wall) Actually, I sent that to some of our Indian friends as a gift. I thought they might be able to use it to smoke their pay-oh-tee. Remember that stuff, John? Turned you into a real party animal, didn't it?

Wang: That "stuff" is dangerous. I woke up with a strange woman.

Roy: Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about. It doesn't hurt to let your hair down now and then, John. (Roy bounces off the wall and nudges Wang with his elbow). Hey, whadd'ya say we lock up and go split a side of beef. Then we can head on over to Miss Maisie's and see if there are any "strange women" over there.

Wang: (looking serious) We are lawmen, Roy. We should set an example. If you don't behave yourself, I might have to put you in jail. How will that look - the deputy in jail?

Roy: I am setting an example. Somebody's gotta show those sugarfoots over at Miss Maisie's how the real cowboys handle themselves. Wang: You be careful, Roy. Stay out of trouble. I must go to bed early. (Wang smiles and pulls a newspaper page out from under some other papers on the desk. He hands it to Roy) My bride is coming tomorrow.

Roy: (Raises an eyebrow as he looks at the photo of a well-dressed young lady in the ad for a mail-order bride) She's real pretty. (Gives Wang a slap on the shoulder) Good luck, pal. Hey, I'm still gonna be your best man, right? (Wang nods) OK, I'll be here bright and early in the A.M. in case you want to slip away with your pretty lady and show her around town. (Roy makes his exit, and Wang watches him swagger down the street).