El Dorado

Bart Jason:
Since when did hired guns get choosy? You're paid to take...

Cole:
I'm paid to risk my neck. I'll decide where and when I'll do it. This isn't it.

Bart Jason:
Ya know, Thornton, I got an idea you just don't want to go up against Sheriff J.P. Harra.

Cole:
You know, you're just about right?

Bart Jason:
You think he's that good?

Cole:
I tell ya he's that good.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah:
What the hell are you doin' here?

Cole:
I'm lookin' at a tin star with a... drunk pinned on it.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah:
He went out that door!

Cole:
Well you oughta know! You missed him!

Milt:
You've got a lot of faith in me, don't ya Nelse?

Nelse McLeod:
Faith can move mountains, Milt. But it can't beat a faster draw. There's only three men I know with his kind of speed. One's dead. The other's me. And the third is Cole Thornton.

Cole:
There's a fourth.

Nelse McLeod:
Which one are you?

Cole:
I'm Thornton.

Nelse McLeod:
Aren't you glad you didn't try, Milt? Pick up your guns, both of you, real easy.

Cole:
Like he said, real easy.

Cole:
Next time you shoot somebody, don't go near 'em till you're... sure they're dead!

Sheriff J. P. Harrah:
Well, wait a minute, wait, wait for me!

Cole:
Why?

Nelse McLeod:
Can you use a gun?

Mississippi:
Well if I could I'd be using one. Good evening.

Cole:
Just minute Mississippi.

Mississippi:
Would you mind telling me why you have such a great passion for my company?

Nelse McLeod:
You didn't give me... any chance at all, did you?

Cole:
No, I didn't. You're too good to give a chance to.

Nelse McLeod:
I let a one-armed man take me...

Cole:
Did you get him?

Mississippi:
Who?

Cole:
The fella that ran outta the church!

Mississippi:
Well, yes and no.

Cole:
Yes and no? Did you or didn't you?

Mississippi:
I hit the sign, and the sign hit him.

Cole:
Well, that's great.

Mississippi:
He was limping when he left!

Cole:
He was limping when he got here!

Mississippi:
Always liked that poem too. Makes me wanna...

Cole:
Ride, boldly ride? Well it don't work out that way.

Mississippi:
I'm learnin' that.

Cole:
Tell him your name Mississippi.

Mississippi:
Alan Bourdillion Traherne.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah:
Well no wonder he carries a knife.

Mississippi:
Are you bein' fair?

Cole:
How?

Mississippi:
Lettin' him go in there?

Cole:
Well I'd hate to be the one to try and stop him. They laughed at him Mississippi. That'll make the difference.

Mississippi:
Want me to go with you?

Bull Harris:
Yeah, if I get shot you can bring back the food.

Mississippi:
Well, we are we headed?

Cole:
To see a girl.

Mississippi:
To see a *girl*L?

Cole:
Yes, a girl! Don't you think I could know a girl?

Mississippi:
Always make you mad, don't I?

Cole:
Mostly.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah:
...Tra-who?

Cole:
Tra-HAIN.

Mississippi:
Tra-HERNE!

Sheriff J. P. Harrah:
Up until now I thought you had good taste.

Cole:
Yeah, and up until now I thought you had good taste.

Cole:
Now just a minute son

Mississippi:
I... AM NOT... YOUR SON. My name is Alan Bourdillion Traherne.

Cole:
...Lord Almighty...

Mississippi:
Yeah

Cole:
Don't you know better than to follow a man that way?

Mississippi:
Sorry... I didn't know there was another way.

Mississippi:
I'm tryin' to thank you.

Cole:
I'm hungry!

Bull Harris:
...might have anyhow if I wasn't tryin' to figure out what that fella's got on his head.

Mississippi:
It called a hat.

Bull Harris:
Well I'll have to take your word for it.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah:
You thought it was pretty funny, too, didn't you. Well, why aren't you laughing now? Let me hear you laugh!

Sheriff J. P. Harrah:
I don't know who you think you are Jason, but I...

Cole:
J. P.!

Sheriff J. P. Harrah:
No. You're right, Cole. You're a lucky man, Jason. 'Cause I wanted to kill you bad!

Joey:
Would it be all right if I could see him, talk to him?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah:
Why sure, Joey. Just, uh, let me have that gun.

Joey:
Never mind.

Doc Miller:
The name's Miller. Some people call me a doctor, and some, other things.