Cimarron City

Addison:
It's not the thirst that kills a man - it's the quenching of it.

Ossie Harper:
Ossie, I told my pa if he ever did that again; if he ever hit you, I'd never speak to him again.

Martha Fenton:
Scare him much?

Mayor Matt Rockford:
Ossie has a taste for power - he might like that better than liquor.

Jed Fane:
You better find yourself a hidey-hole and pull it in on top of you! Go on.

Ossie Harper:
What for Mr. Fane? I ain't no lower nor any worse than I ever was. Just the same as always - dead wrong, dead drunk... Why not dead dead?

[challenging Rockford to a gunfight]

Flip:
Rockford! There's been a lot of blood spilled here tonight... and if there's gotta be more, let's not spoil a new day with it.

[Beth and Lane have just assigned parts for their Founders' Day celebration's play]

Mayor Matt Rockford:
Ebenezer Scrooge? Thanks a lot, friend.

Deputy Sheriff Lane Temple:
Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge.

Mayor Matt Rockford:
Yeah? And a bah and a humbug to you!

Grand Duke Nicolai:
[to Conchita Eolita] We could have made beautiful music together but you played the wrong balalaika.

[first lines]

Mr. Russell:
You've cost me three thousand dollars tonight. I don't think I like the way you did it.

Lisa Caldwell:
I don't think I like your implication, Mr. Russell.

Mr. Russell:
Never mind. My injured feelings can be healed easily - under the right circumstances. You know, in the past, I've always enjoyed my trips to St. Louis. I don't see why this should be an exception, do you?

Lisa Caldwell:
You were wrong about how you lost your three thousand dollars, Mr. Russell; you're just as wrong about me. Why don't you go back to New York and heal your wounds before you make a third mistake?

Mr. Russell:
I don't think I made a mistake on either count.

Mayor Matthew Rockford:
[after feeling the sting of Carl's whip] Carl, you're making it pretty hard for our friendship to grow.

Carl Budinger:
[looking over the bare-chested Matt Rockford] Husky, ain't he?

Deputy Sheriff Lane Temple:
This is a small town. You can't sneeze without half-a-dozen people giving you cold remedies.

[first lines]

[Webb is playing poker with a crooked gambler]

Gambler:
Make your bet, friend.

Webb Martin:
All right. There was a black ace on the bottom of that deck. I bet it's in your hand right now.

Rare Crowder:
I thought maybe you'd better take time to notice the kid ain't wearin' a gun.

Gambler:
You cuttin' yourself a piece of his trouble, Pop?

Rare Crowder:
I was watchin'. The boy's tellin' the truth. Your cards come off the bottom. Now maybe you'd like to beg your pardon all the way around, hmm?

[the gambler reaches furtively for the gun he has concealed under his jacket]

Rare Crowder:
You just can't keep your mind away from that gun, can you? Win lots of arguments that way?

Gambler:
Some.

[Crowder guns down the gambler in the ensuing shootout]

Rare Crowder:
Only have to lose one.

Webb Martin:
I don't know who you are, Mister, or where you came from, but you happenin' by sure came lucky for me.

Rare Crowder:
I didn't happen by. I've been draggin' you for two or three days, boy. I just wanted to see how long you could keep out trouble. Not very long.

Webb Martin:
Just who are you, Mister?

Rare Crowder:
Funny you should ask that question. I'm your pa, son.

[Webb slaps Crowder who promptly decks him]

Webb Martin:
That's the problem with boys today. They just got no respect.

[pointing to the Deputy Sheriff's badge the Widow Means is wearing]

Tiny Budinger:
[scornfully] A woman sheriff.

Widow Means:
Somethin' you don't like about it?

Tiny Budinger:
Well, it sets a bad example - a woman doin' a man's job. Next you know, you'll be wanting to vote.

[Widow Means kicks Tiny's shin]

Dr. Sam Hedges:
Oh, ah, by the way - we have another strange visitor stopping at the saloon.

Mayor Matt Rockford:
Professor King?

Dr. Sam Hedges:
Now, we don't want charlatans like that in Cimarron City.

Mayor Matt Rockford:
As long as he doesn't break any laws, he's got his rights.

Dr. Sam Hedges:
The right to fool the people?

Mayor Matt Rockford:
To fool all the fools in the territory that want to be fooled.

[discussing Nooma, a fiesty Indian girl]

Widow Means:
Move over, Sonny! I'll have her eatin' out of my hand before sundown.

Tiny Budinger:
If you do, you'd better count your fingers.

[to Elena]

Deputy Lane Temple:
I said I've never hit a lady.

[knocks her out with one punch]

Deputy Lane Temple:
...but, then, you're no lady.