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.
[
Grimes has just delivered an ultimatum to Mendez and the others]
John Russell:
Hey. I got a question. How are you planning to get back down that hill?
Grimes:
Now you wait a minute! I'm getting back down the same way I came up! (Begins running back down the hill. Russell shoots him as he is running)
Jessie:
[
as Grimes crawls away after being shot] Cicero Grimes, meet John Russell.
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.
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.
[
Russell has just fatally shot the Mexican bandit]
Mexican Bandit:
I would like at least to know his name.
Henry Mendez:
He was called John Russell.
Henry Mendez:
Hombre, which name today, which do you want?
John Russell:
Anything but bastard will do.
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.
Braden:
I been working since I was ten years old, Jessie, cleaning spittoons at a dime a day. It's now thirty years later, and all I can see out the window here is a dirt road going nowhere. The only thing that changes the view is the spotted dog lifting his leg against the wall over there. Saturday nights, I haul out the town drunks. I get their 25-cent dinners and their rotgut liquor heaved up over the front of my one good shirt. I wear three pounds of iron strapped to my leg. That makes me fair game for any punk cowboy who's had one too many. No, Jess, I don't need a wife. I need out.
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.
Doris Blake:
I've heard a lot of stories about what the Indians do to white women.
Grimes:
They do the same thing to white women they do to Indian women, and they don't mind it much, red or white.
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.
[
Grimes lights a cigar]
Grimes:
Smoke bother you?
Audra Favor:
Would you put it out if I said it did?
Grimes:
Oh, yeah. My momma taught me to remove my hat and my cigar in the presence of a lady. Whatever else I take off depends on how lucky I get.
Grimes:
Looks like you done good, but we done better.
Henry Mendez:
You can be white, Mexican, or Indian, but I think it pays you to be a white man for a while. Put yourself on the winning side for a change.
John Russell:
Is that what you are?
Henry Mendez:
Well, a Mexican's closer to it than a White Mountain Apache, I can tell you that!
John Russell:
[
when the Mexican Bandit come up the hill to demand the money or they will shoot Mrs. Favor] Shoot her.
John Russell:
The dead are dead. You ought to bury them.
Jessie:
I'm sure that's good advice. Trouble is, Mr. Russell, I think you feel the same way about the living.
John Russell:
Glad to buy you dinner.
Jessie:
There's a lot of men who'll do that, Mr. Russell.
John Russell:
Well, I'd just as soon make it breakfast.
John Russell:
Hit something, Mendez, first the men, then the horses.
Henry Mendez:
I don't know. Just to sit here and wait to kill them?
John Russell:
If there was some other way, we'd do it.
Henry Mendez:
Maybe we can keep going and try to outrun them.
John Russell:
If you run, they're gonna catch you, they're gonna kill you. You believe that more than you believe anything.
Henry Mendez:
All right.
John Russell:
And try not to puke. You may have to lie in it for a long time.
John Russell:
You better put down that gun. You got two ways to go, put it down or use it. Even if you tie me, you're gonna be dead.
Grimes:
[
after going through Favor's luggage and taking out the money] Looks like you did good and we did better.
Lamar Dean:
That was pretty smart, billin' the government for food for the Indians and then keepin' the money while them poor Indians starve to death.
Grimes:
You know, the thing is; he ought to be over here with us instead of standin' over there
[
laughs]
Grimes:
Throw down two saddles.
[
to Audra]
Grimes:
You're comin' with us.
Audra Favor:
No, I think I'll stay here.
Grimes:
You will be all right.
Audra Favor:
I'll be *all right* here.
Grimes:
One way or another, you're comin' with us.
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.
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."
Jessie:
[
noticing Braden with Grimes' gang] Frank, what are you doin'?
Braden:
Goin' bad, honey.
Billy Lee Blake:
[
Notices Jessie standing by Braden's body after Russell kills him] Uh, Jessie; you want something to cover Braden up?
Jessie:
[
Shaking her head ruefully] No, just let him lie there.
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.
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