Gunsmoke

Bartender:
I've seen a man take two drinks of that stuff and go out and hunt bear with a willow switch.

Reb Kittredge:
What did he want the switch for?

Cora Dufrayne:
Say when.

Reb Kittredge:
Pour until your fingers get wet.

Reb Kittredge:
I guess that squares us, Johnny.

Johnny Lake:
I'm glad to hear it, Reb. I never did like to shoot my friends.

Doc Farrell:
You sound as though you liked him.

Dan Saxon:
Why not?

Doc Farrell:
Well, if someone was out to shoot me, I think I could work up a reasonable dislike for him.

Dan Saxon:
Ah, he's just doing his job. You can't hate a man for that.

Doc Farrell:
Well, under the circumstances, I could try real hard!

Rita:
How are you getting along with Kittredge?

Curly Mather:
I can take him or leave him alone. If given the chance, I'd leave him alone.

Reb Kittredge:
Are you in love with Curly?

Rita:
He wants to marry me.

Reb Kittredge:
That's not what I asked you.

Rita:
I don't know why that would interest you.

Reb Kittredge:
I don't want to stake my claim on range that's already taken up.

Dan Saxon:
I built that ranch with my own two hands. You were born there. Your mother died there. I fought Indians and snowstorms and dry years and floods to make it what it is. And I'm not going to give it up just because some two-bit gunslinger happens to come to town.

Reb Kittredge:
Then get out of camp!

Curly Mather:
I'll leave when I'm ready.

Reb Kittredge:
You'll leave right now!

Curly Mather:
I reckon that's a choice I'll make for myself.

Reb Kittredge:
The only choice you've got is how you'll go -- either riding on a horse or feet first.

Curly Mather:
You've been twirling a pretty big rope ever since you came here. Maybe it's time someone took the slack out of your rope.

Reb Kittredge:
Anytime you're ready.

Reb Kittredge:
Did you ever think of settling down in one place, Johnny?

Johnny Lake:
Yeah, I did settle down once.

Reb Kittredge:
What happened?

Johnny Lake:
They forgot to lock the cell one night.

Bartender:
Name your poison, gentlemen. If we haven't got it, we'll make it!

Reb Kittredge:
How's he paying ya?

Johnny Lake:
A thousand cash... $2500 bonus when the job is done.

Reb Kittredge:
Meaning when you shoot me.

Johnny Lake:
I think your name got mentioned somewhere.

Reb Kittredge:
Well, I've been shot at for less.

Reb Kittredge:
The last time I saw you, you was down in Denver. Why did you leave?

Cora Dufrayne:
Why did you?

Reb Kittredge:
I had a reason.

Cora Dufrayne:
You had twelve reasons... each one of 'em had a gun in his hand. I understand you got run out of Wyoming, too.

Reb Kittredge:
Yeah.

Cora Dufrayne:
Well, you've got a pretty good record. Texas, Arizona, New Mexico, Wyoming...

Reb Kittredge:
I'm young yet.

Cora Dufrayne:
You've run out of states, too.

Reb Kittredge:
I understand there's lots of room left in Canada.

Reb Kittredge:
I ran into a little trouble this morning. I had to leave my horse back up the trail.

Rita:
If I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I'd say you still had him with you.

Reb Kittredge:
Place a man can bed down for the night?

Hotel clerk:
I'll t-tell you Mr. Kittredge, there's a real nice hotel right down the street. Probably you'd like it a lot better down there.

Reb Kittredge:
Why?

Hotel clerk:
We, uh, we've got mice.

Reb Kittredge:
I won't bother them.

Curly Mather:
You're pretty tough with that gun strapped around your waist. I wonder how tough you'd be without it.

Reb Kittredge:
You ain't never going to find out, Curly. I'm never going to take it off.

Do you why God gave you two eyes two ears one mouth so you look and listen more than you talk

Festus:
"I'm so hungry I can feel my backbone scratching on my belt buckle"!