Forty Guns

Wes Bonnell:
I never kissed a gunsmith before.

Louvenia Spanger:
Any recoil?

Jessica Drummond:
I'm not interested in *you*, Mr. Bonnell. It's your trademark. [gestures at his gun, purring] May I feel it?

Griff Bonnell:
Uh-uh.

Jessica Drummond:
Just curious.

Griff Bonnell:
It might go off in your face.

Jessica Drummond:
I'll take a chance.

Griff Bonnell:
[on being offered her foreman's job] Why me?

Jessica Drummond:
I need a strong man to carry out my orders.

Griff Bonnell:
And a weak man to take them.

Griff Bonnell:
What's the matter? You look upset.

Jessica Drummond:
I was born upset.

Griff Bonnell:
Last time I killed a man was 10 years ago, a boy. He was no good like your brother but he was still a boy and I killed him. I could have made a crippling shot but I didn't. Did you ever see a dead boy's eyes in the sky? Threw his gun in the west. You know why I hate to get into fights? I can't miss. Am I talking too much? In my heart I've always asked forgiveness before I kill just like an Indian asking for forgiveness from an animal before the slaughter. You can't ask after you kill, it's too late then. I didn't come here to talk about that, I came to talk about Brockie. He put Charlie Savage's corpse on public display in a store window. A boy who do a thing like that is dead, or nearly dead, but there's still time.