Clay Gipson:
Do you really think Tris Hatten's dead?
Sheriff Wade Addams: He's supposed to be, according to the legend. Of course, that legend's as phony as a brass good piece. It's the worst kind of killer that would shoot a man in the back just as soon as look at him. I kinda hope he's dead.
Sheriff Wade Addams: He's supposed to be, according to the legend. Of course, that legend's as phony as a brass good piece. It's the worst kind of killer that would shoot a man in the back just as soon as look at him. I kinda hope he's dead.
Sheriff Wade Addams:
A wasted shot cost many a fellow his life. Now, speed's important, but you gotta hit what you're aimin' at, too, you know.
Sheriff Wade Addams:
There's a few punchin' jobs open.
George Barlow: We don't like nursemaidin' cows. Hard on the hands.
Earl Barlow: Never did like rope burns.
Sheriff Wade Addams: Well, on the hands they're not so bad, but on *other* parts of the body, they'd be kind of irritating.
George Barlow: We don't like nursemaidin' cows. Hard on the hands.
Earl Barlow: Never did like rope burns.
Sheriff Wade Addams: Well, on the hands they're not so bad, but on *other* parts of the body, they'd be kind of irritating.
Millie Street:
Be careful this time, Tris. There are pictures all over the place.
Tris Hatten: I know. Five thousand dollars, dead or alive, for the slaying of Sheriff Bates and his deputies. A sheriff as slow on the draw as old Bates deserved to die; him and those deputies of his. I did the county a favorb gettin' rid of those yellow-bellies.
Tris Hatten: I know. Five thousand dollars, dead or alive, for the slaying of Sheriff Bates and his deputies. A sheriff as slow on the draw as old Bates deserved to die; him and those deputies of his. I did the county a favorb gettin' rid of those yellow-bellies.
Millie Street:
I wish I were a man for just an hour. I wish I were a man!
[Millie throws her drink in Wade's face]
Sheriff Wade Addams: I wish you were, too, Millie.
[Millie throws her drink in Wade's face]
Sheriff Wade Addams: I wish you were, too, Millie.
Carl Barlow:
We're three to your one, Sheriff.
[Wade guns down two of the Barlow boys]
Sheriff Wade Addams: Odds change fast, Barlow.
[Wade guns down two of the Barlow boys]
Sheriff Wade Addams: Odds change fast, Barlow.
[first lines]
Clay Gipson: How's that, Wade? Hit him every time!
Sheriff Wade Addams: Well, your marksmanship: not bad; but you speed, not so good. That's because you're wastin' a lot of time slappin' leather. You're wearin' your gunbelt a little too high. That's it, lower it a little. You gotta have your wrist just so it's about touchin' your gun handle. That's about right. Now watch... you watch his eyes, never his hands.
[Addams puts a hole right between the eyes of Tris Hatten's wanted poster]
Clay Gipson: How's that, Wade? Hit him every time!
Sheriff Wade Addams: Well, your marksmanship: not bad; but you speed, not so good. That's because you're wastin' a lot of time slappin' leather. You're wearin' your gunbelt a little too high. That's it, lower it a little. You gotta have your wrist just so it's about touchin' your gun handle. That's about right. Now watch... you watch his eyes, never his hands.
[Addams puts a hole right between the eyes of Tris Hatten's wanted poster]
[Hatten learns that a 12-year-old boy was responsible for his arrest]
Tris Hatten: You don't think I look like the type that would go around shootin' little kids, do you?
Sheriff Wade Addams: You're the type that would shoot butterflies if you thought you could hit 'em.
Tris Hatten: You don't think I look like the type that would go around shootin' little kids, do you?
Sheriff Wade Addams: You're the type that would shoot butterflies if you thought you could hit 'em.
[last lines]
Clay Gipson: Wade, you got him!
Sheriff Wade Addams: We'll talk about that later.
[Clay's pony whinnies]
Sheriff Wade Addams: You'll be riding him again soon.
Clay Gipson: Wade, you got him!
Sheriff Wade Addams: We'll talk about that later.
[Clay's pony whinnies]
Sheriff Wade Addams: You'll be riding him again soon.
