Cheyenne Social Club

John O'Hanlan:
I suppose you've come to see me about that little thing last night.

Marshal Anderson:
That wasn't any little thing you did, O'Hanlan. That was a Bannister you shot. I've been wanting to do it for years.

John O'Hanlan:
Well, how much time do I have?

Marshal Anderson:
Oh, three days at the most. They live quite a ways out of town. But trouble rides a fast horse!

Harley Sullivan:
I've eaten mighty good food in my life, but this weren't part of it.

Cook:
Yeah, well, I ain't heard no complaints from none of the others.

Harley Sullivan:
Yeah, well, they ain't as well-bred as I am.

Harley Sullivan:
I remember when I was about twelve years old. My daddy asked me, he says, "What do you want to be when you grow up, Little Harley?" And like a damn fool, I said a cowboy. I've been making wrong moves ever since.

John O'Hanlan:
How much money do you want, Harley?

Harley Sullivan:
Fifteen or twenty dollars ought to do me.

John O'Hanlan:
What do you need it for?

Harley Sullivan:
Things.

John O'Hanlan:
Well, what kind of things?

Harley Sullivan:
Just-just things. You know, like a drink of whiskey if I wanted it, or a new shirt or something.

John O'Hanlan:
You already have two shirts. You don't want to wear but one of them at a time unless it's winter.

Harley Sullivan:
There you go thinking like a Republican again.

John O'Hanlan:
Well, you don't bring up politics while you're borrowing money, Harley. It ain't seemly!

John O'Hanlan:
When you're out on the range with nobody to talk to most of the time but your horse, you do a lot of dreaming. And I dreamed of being a man of property. But you know... you know Mr. Willoughby, and I didn't realize it then, but I've always been a man of property. I have my horse. I have my blanket and I have the whole West to ride in. How could a man own more than that? No, Mr. Willoughby, I'm a cowboy. Always have been... I know now I always will be.

Jenny:
When I was young, I had all sorts of dreams. They're something awful sad about an old dream.

John O'Hanlan:
Yeah, I know. When I was a boy down in the panhandle, that was before I slipped my hobbles, I was a real stargazer. I tell you, Jenny, I dreamed an I planned big things. And then I started drifting... and I've been drifting ever since.

Harley Sullivan:
I thought you know me better than that, John, after all the years we rode together.

John O'Hanlan:
Well, I guess it just goes to prove that you never really know a man until the chips are down and you need him the most.

John O'Hanlan:
Well, how much money does he need to get her liver fixed?

Jenny:
Five hundred dollars.

John O'Hanlan:
Five hundred dollars for a liver?

Jenny:
That's what the big doctor in Chicago charges. And he's got all kinds of fancy letters in back of his name.

John O'Hanlan:
I don't care what's in back of his name! Five hundred dollars - that's more than you have to pay for a good horse!

Harley Sullivan:
I've never know it before, John, but a good gunfight sure makes a man hungry.

Harley Sullivan:
Then there was my cousin, Jim. He sure was a fine figure of a man... but he fell to pieces when he got married. He got fat, his hair started fallin' out, his teeth went bad. The worse lookin' he got, the better lookin' she got. I mean, she weren't no vampire - nothing like that, at leastways nobody could prove it - but, Lord of Mercy, the worse lookin' he got, the better lookin' she got... until there wasn't nothing much left of him... and she went off back east somewhere and took up with a stone mason.

John O'Hanlan:
I never knew you were married.

Harley Sullivan:
Well, John, it ain't something I like to talk about, but I was married once. And once is enough for any man. You can't smoke, chew, dip, drink, scratch in the parlor, or cuss. When you leave the house, they ask you where'd you go. And when you come home, they ask you where have you been. And right now with you, it is just like when I was married.

John O'Hanlan:
Why, how is that, Harley?

Harley Sullivan:
Well, John, when a woman's talking to you, you can be pretty sure that she thinks she's in control. And when she's not talking to you, you can be pretty certain you're in control.

Jenny:
Did you ever love a woman, Johnny? I mean, really love her?

John O'Hanlan:
Yeah. Thought I did once. Come to find out it was indigestion.

John O'Hanlan:
I don't like to say this about my own brother, but he just never was what you'd call an outstanding citizen. The truth is, he, well, he wasn't worth the sweat on a waterbag.

Harley Sullivan:
Ain't you gonna give notice you're quitting?

John O'Hanlan:
I did when I signed on.

Harley Sullivan:
Did I ever tell ya how my Uncle Charlie got stoved up?

John O'Hanlan:
No, Harley.

Harley Sullivan:
His home set right out in the prarie. One day he went in the outhouse and got caught right in the middle of a stampede. When he went in there wasn't a cow in sight. A few minutes late 365 longhorns ran over him. Broke him up something terrrible. That was nineteen years ago and he's still constipated.

Harley Sullivan:
I remember one winter - it was almost as cold as this down in the south of Arkansas. It got to be so cold down there that winter that just about every female in the county came up pregnant in the spring. All the following summer and fall the men and boys were praying for another cold winter.

John O'Hanlan:
Harley, this is more money than I ever dreamed! Do-do-do you know what I can do with this much money?

Harley Sullivan:
We passed some nice looking saloons.

Clay Carroll:
Not many men would have the guts to close down a historical monument.

John O'Hanlan:
What historical monument is that, Mr. Carroll?

Clay Carroll:
The Cheyenne Social Club - that's the historical monument!

John O'Hanlan:
The Cheyenne Social Club is a...

Clay Carroll:
It was there when there wasn't a railroad for 300 miles. It withstood prairie fires and Indian attacks. And the first ounce, O'Hanlan, the first ounce of gold discovered in this territory was spent wisely and well at the Cheyenne Social Club. And you? You come up here from Texas and close it down!

John O'Hanlan:
Well, now, Mr. Carroll, I didn't figure I was doing anything all that terrible. The fact is, where I come from, it would be considered a public service.

Clay Carroll:
You don't say?

John O'Hanlan:
Yes sir, I do say.

Clay Carroll:
You must come from some part of Texas that I ain't heard of.

John O'Hanlan:
Will you tell Mr. Willowby I would like to talk to him?

Harley Sullivan:
He's still in the Doc's office.

John O'Hanlan:
I didn't know he was sick.

Harley Sullivan:
He weren't until you started that fight. He was hit in the face with a piano stool, so they say. I hear that saloon looks like it was in the path of a buffalo stampede.

John O'Hanlan:
All for good cause, Harley. All for Texas.

Harley Sullivan:
Do you know how to make Indian whiskey, John?

John O'Hanlan:
No, Harley.

Harley Sullivan:
Well, you take a barrel of Missouri River water and a couple of gallons of alcohol and some strychnine to make them crazy, and tobacco to make them sick. An Indian wouldn't figure it was whiskey unless it made him sick. Add a few bars of soap to put a head on it and then a half-pound or so of red pepper to give it a kick. Put some tumbleweed in, boil it until it turns brown, and that's Indian whiskey.

Harley Sullivan:
What kind of business you figure your brother left you?

John O'Hanlan:
Well, the letter don't say - but that's just like a lawyer. They don't tell you no more than it takes to confuse you. But it's a... something called the Cheyenne Social Club.

John O'Hanlan:
What's this?

Opal Ann:
Just what it looks like, Johnny. D.J. always had a glass of warm milk with a raw egg in it before he went to bed. He claimed it kept his strength up, and it helped his complexion. It wasn't his complexion I cared about.

Nathan Potter:
Mr. Sullivan, Mr. Sullivan!

Opal Ann:
If you're looking for Harley, he's busy right now.

Nathan Potter:
Well, where is he?

Opal Ann:
Well, he was with Carrie Virginia a while ago... but him and Pauline has struck up and acquaintance now. That Harley! He's like a bad outlaw. He keeps moving from place to place.

Harley Sullivan:
Take Helen. She had flame red hair, pitch black eyes, ruby lips and no teeth - but talk about a body! She could straddle two horses at the same time. I went with her until I found out she dipped snuff. There's something awful unfemale about a snuff dipper - don't you think so, John?

Harley...you’ve been talking since Arkansas!