Blowing Wild

Marina Conway:
[Getting away from his love grip] You smell like a gutter.

Ward 'Paco' Conway:
I just came from one.

Marina Conway:
[Pawing her] You smell like an animal. And you act like one.

Ward 'Paco' Conway:
And you love it.

Marina Conway:
[Clutching Jeff] No, Jeff! No. Don't go. I'm desperate! I need you. Help me. Help me!

Jeff Dawson:
[Releases her] I'm sorry for you, but I can't help you.

Marina Conway:
You mean you won't. You don't want to. Why?

Jeff Dawson:
I mean this time I'm helping myself.

Marina Conway:
That's not the reason, you know it. What is it, that girl? No, it can't be. You're not in love with her.

Jeff Dawson:
Well, now that I hear you say it, I think I am.

Marina Conway:
Well, you can't. I won't let you. You belong with me and you're going to stay with me.

Jeff Dawson:
You're wrong. On both counts.

Jeff Dawson:
[Confronting Marina] What have you done, Marina?

Marina Conway:
I committed murder to get you. Murder!

Jeff Dawson:
You killed Paco?

Marina Conway:
I did it for you, don't you understand? I did it for you!

Jeff Dawson:
[Choking her] You killed Paco. You killed him! [He catches himself and releases her] Makes me sick even to look at you.

Marina Conway:
You'll never get away from me. I'll never let you go. I'll say you helped me. I'll say I killed him and you helped me. I don't care if they hang me just so they hang you, too!

Dutch Peterson:
Oh, boy! [Holds his stomach] Listen to those ulcers growl. Sound like a Great Dane in there. Wish one'd come by so I could eat it... [Holding his stomach]

El Gavilan:
Good morning, mister.

Jeff Dawson:
What do you want?

El Gavilan:
You haven't struck oil yet, senor.

Jeff Dawson:
What's it to you?

El Gavilan:
I only wish to tell you. It's dangerous.

Jeff Dawson:
Why?

El Gavilan:
They blow up many wells.

Jeff Dawson:
Oh, I see.

El Gavilan:
Perhaps the mister wants to prevent bandits from blowing up this well?

Jeff Dawson:
That'd be pretty hard to do. We have no guns.

El Gavilan:
You don't need a gun.

Jeff Dawson:
We also have no money.

El Gavilan:
Not even some money? Some little kind of money? Can't you get some? You got no friends? Who told you to dig here?

Jeff Dawson:
I bought a lease.

El Gavilan:
Ha! Then you have money and I want it!

Dutch Peterson:
Oh, why'd they have to do it to us? We save every nickel to sink this well and now look at us. Ain't nothing left. Just nothing.

Jeff Dawson:
There's still oil here and we're going to dig it out.

Dutch Peterson:
How? What with? Where are we gonna get a drill pipe, tools and a new rig? Where? Where?

Jeff Dawson:
We'll get us a job, save up and try it again.

Dutch Peterson:
I'm sick and tired of trying. It it ain't floods or tornados, it's salt water or bandits. I'm just plain tired.

Jeff Dawson:
It's a long way back to town. Let's go.

Dutch Peterson:
I ain't going! [He follows Jeff anyway]

Sal Donnelly:
[after Marina lays a wad of cash at the blackjack tail] That's a pretty big bet.

Marina Conway:
I'm Marina Conway. I'd like to ask you a question, Miss...?

Sal Donnelly:
Donnelly.

Marina Conway:
I'd appreciate a frank answer.

Sal Donnelly:
Certainly, Mrs. Conway.

Marina Conway:
Is Jeff Dawson in love with you?

Sal Donnelly:
I don't mind admitting I'm in love with him.

Marina Conway:
That's not what I asked.

Sal Donnelly:
I can't answer for him.

Marina Conway:
You could if he loved you. [Starts to leave] Thanks, you've told me what I want to know.

Sal Donnelly:
Mrs. Conway. He's not in love with you. Not any more.

Marina Conway:
He tell you that?

Sal Donnelly:
He didn't have to.

Marina Conway:
You're a liar, a cheap little liar. What can he see in you?

Sal Donnelly:
I'll ask him next time.

Marina Conway:
There won't be many more next times. Remember that.

Ward 'Paco' Conway:
[to his wife, Marina] I just left Jeff. He's not coming back and there's nothing you can do. He's gone. So that leaves just you and me and this here pump. I can't stop you from loving him, and you can't stop me from love you.

Jeff Dawson:
Can't live with a snake by feeding him honey.

Marina Conway:
Why do you always fight me?

Jeff Dawson:
You have a husband.

Marina Conway:
You could've been my husband. Why aren't you?

Jeff Dawson:
Because you're no good, Marina.

Marina Conway:
I know. I wasn't always this way. With you it was different. You brought out everything decent in me. I wanted to be decent. When you walked out, you stole my chance.

El Gavilan:
You have 18 wells. I want $1,000 for each well. Total - $50,000. [laughs] I don't know how to add.