Braden:
Hey, what's going on?
Jessie: I'm moving you out. I want you to take your socks, your cigar stubs, your long johns, and your nickel-plated sheriff's badge, and amble back down the hall to your own room.
Braden: I like it here.
Jessie: Can't quite remember how you got squatter's rights in here, anyhow. Seems to me you came by one night to ask for an extra blanket and stayed a year.
Jessie: I'm moving you out. I want you to take your socks, your cigar stubs, your long johns, and your nickel-plated sheriff's badge, and amble back down the hall to your own room.
Braden: I like it here.
Jessie: Can't quite remember how you got squatter's rights in here, anyhow. Seems to me you came by one night to ask for an extra blanket and stayed a year.
Grimes:
Mister, you've got alot of hard bark on you walkin' down here like this. Now, I owe you. You put two holes in me.
John Russell: Usually enough for most of 'em.
Grimes: Don't try it again, that Vaquero is more than a fair hand.
Grimes: You got the money?
John Russell: Guess I brought my dirty laundry down by mistake.
Grimes: Let me see it.
John Russell: Look for yourself.
Grimes: [opens bag, pulls out a handful of clothes] Well now, what'ya suppose hell's gonna look like?
John Russell: We all die, just a question of when.
John Russell: Usually enough for most of 'em.
Grimes: Don't try it again, that Vaquero is more than a fair hand.
Grimes: You got the money?
John Russell: Guess I brought my dirty laundry down by mistake.
Grimes: Let me see it.
John Russell: Look for yourself.
Grimes: [opens bag, pulls out a handful of clothes] Well now, what'ya suppose hell's gonna look like?
John Russell: We all die, just a question of when.
Lamar Dean:
[Russell has climbed to the top of the stage] What are you doin' up there?
John Russell: Gettin' my things.
Lamar Dean: You figurin' on going some place?
John Russell: Why stay here?
Lamar Dean: Just how far do you thin you're gonna get?
John Russell: That's to find out.
Lamar Dean: [takes one waterbag] Now how far did you say you were gonna get?
Henry Mendez: Leave us some water!
Lamar Dean: [shoots the remaining waterbag] Now how far?
John Russell: Oh about as far as Delgado's.
Lamar Dean: [stops, turns and looks back] What does that mean?
John Russell: Maybe if we all get thirsty we'll go to Delgado's and get some "mezcal."
John Russell: Gettin' my things.
Lamar Dean: You figurin' on going some place?
John Russell: Why stay here?
Lamar Dean: Just how far do you thin you're gonna get?
John Russell: That's to find out.
Lamar Dean: [takes one waterbag] Now how far did you say you were gonna get?
Henry Mendez: Leave us some water!
Lamar Dean: [shoots the remaining waterbag] Now how far?
John Russell: Oh about as far as Delgado's.
Lamar Dean: [stops, turns and looks back] What does that mean?
John Russell: Maybe if we all get thirsty we'll go to Delgado's and get some "mezcal."
Doris Blake:
You're just saying that so we won't go down there.
John Russell: They'll kill you both. That's why I'm saying it.
John Russell: They'll kill you both. That's why I'm saying it.
Jessie:
And we got him a marble headstone. It had his name on it, and underneath, we had them put, "In the Fullness of His Years." Is that all right with you?
John Russell: I'll settle for that. I'm not on the slab.
Jessie: Well, what do you figure yours is going to read?
John Russell: "Shot Dead," probably.
Jessie: Don't people take to you, Mr. Russell?
John Russell: It only takes one who doesn't.
John Russell: I'll settle for that. I'm not on the slab.
Jessie: Well, what do you figure yours is going to read?
John Russell: "Shot Dead," probably.
Jessie: Don't people take to you, Mr. Russell?
John Russell: It only takes one who doesn't.
Jessie:
That soldier would have helped you and you know it.
John Russell: I didn't ask for any.
Jessie: He didn't even have a gun.
John Russell: That's his business he don't wanna carry one.
Jessie: It takes a lot to light a fire under you, doesn't it.
John Russell: If it's alright with you, lady, I just didn't feel like bleeding for him. And even if it isn't alright with you.
John Russell: I didn't ask for any.
Jessie: He didn't even have a gun.
John Russell: That's his business he don't wanna carry one.
Jessie: It takes a lot to light a fire under you, doesn't it.
John Russell: If it's alright with you, lady, I just didn't feel like bleeding for him. And even if it isn't alright with you.
Mexican Bandit:
[coming up the hill, waving a red handkerchief tied to a stick] Hey, hombre!
John Russell: [Russell finishes loading his rifle and goes to see what the Mexican Bandit wants]
Mexican Bandit: Look amigo, how close you come!
[indicating the wound on his stomach]
John Russell: I tried to do better; I think you moved.
Mexican Bandit: You can be sure I move! How do you prefer them, eh, tied to a tree?
John Russell: That'd be nice.
Mexican Bandit: You like to pull the trigger, eh?
John Russell: I can do it again for you.
John Russell: [Russell finishes loading his rifle and goes to see what the Mexican Bandit wants]
Mexican Bandit: Look amigo, how close you come!
[indicating the wound on his stomach]
John Russell: I tried to do better; I think you moved.
Mexican Bandit: You can be sure I move! How do you prefer them, eh, tied to a tree?
John Russell: That'd be nice.
Mexican Bandit: You like to pull the trigger, eh?
John Russell: I can do it again for you.
Mexican Bandit:
[Russell and Mendez have ambushed Grimes' gang] Hey, hombre! A compliment on your shooting! You put a hole in me! Whew. I never had a bellyache like this since I'm a little boy. Hey amigo! Friend! I am going to give you back this bullet.
Audra Favor:
I can't imagine eating a dog and not thinking anything of it.
John Russell: You even been hungry, lady? Not just ready for supper. Hungry enough so that your belly swells?
Audra Favor: I wouldn't care how hungry I got. I know I wouldn't eat one of those camp dogs.
John Russell: You'd eat it. You'd fight for the bones, too.
Audra Favor: Have you ever eaten a dog, Mr. Russell?
John Russell: Eaten one and lived like one.
Audra Favor: Dear me.
John Russell: You even been hungry, lady? Not just ready for supper. Hungry enough so that your belly swells?
Audra Favor: I wouldn't care how hungry I got. I know I wouldn't eat one of those camp dogs.
John Russell: You'd eat it. You'd fight for the bones, too.
Audra Favor: Have you ever eaten a dog, Mr. Russell?
John Russell: Eaten one and lived like one.
Audra Favor: Dear me.
John Russell:
[when the Mexican Bandit come up the hill to demand the money or they will shoot Mrs. Favor] Shoot her.
