Man Without a Star

Jeff Jimson:
Aw, Demps, when do I learn THAT?!

Dempsey Rae:
You don't. That's all a lotta hogwash, kid. Look, know this: twirlin' a gun never saved a man's life. There's only one thing you gotta learn. (Pulls his gun and fires) Get it out fast! And then...put it...away...slow. Get what I mean, kid?

Dempsey Rae:
A maverick...a calf with no mother. No brand neither.

Jeff Jimson:
Why not?

Dempsey Rae:
Oh, on account he was missing at roundup time. He outgrew his mother and wandered off. Sort of like you.