- Lord Manderfell: [to Warren] If I'm forced to give him best, I'll nail your filthy carcass to the barn.
- Poll Maggot: You can't gull me, Turpin. You're on the make, aren't you? After his loot. Well, you can save your breath to cool your porridge, 'cause he didn't tell me where he hid it.
- Warren: My lord.
- [points to Poll Maggot on horseback]
- Lord Manderfell: The vixen! But no dogfoxes.
- Warren: It could be a decoy, my lord.
- Lord Manderfell: Perhaps, the strumpet's in a powerful hurry. Dent Higgins, stay here and watch the inn.
- Warren: But my lord?
- Lord Manderfell: I'm a hunter, Warren, I have a hunter's instinct. We'll follow mistress Maggot.
- Lady Manderfell: Goodbye, Turpin.
- Dick Turpin: Good luck, Lady Manderfell.
- Lady Manderfell: Good fortune on the road.