One Foot in Hell

Dr. Seltzer:
All the way from Atlanta, she said. They were burned out in the war. The two of them - shoulda been three - wanted to start a new life. They came all the way west... here... to us, my hospitable friends. That's a long way to come just to lay down and die.

Mitch:
You know, I read something a long time ago: Follow the rainbow... but don't wait for the gold to be in it.

Dan:
Look for the silver in between. Yeah, I know - I went to school once, too. Say, what are you? Are you some kind of do-gooder or something? You want to save my soul, Mister?

Mitch:
No, I want a few men with anger and guts enough to follow that rainbow and grab a pot full of gold - not petty silver in-between.

Dan:
My folks worked their lives tryin' to make somethin' out of a lot of worn-out dirt that nobody else would spit on.

Dan:
If you got enough whiskey, you don't need to dream about things not worth dreamin'.

Dan:
You know somethin'? The way you plan things, sorta slow and careful - you must want that money real bad.

Mitch:
Not as much as I once wanted a dollar and eighty-seven cents.

[Mitch points his pistol at Sheriff Olson]

Sheriff Olson:
Mitch, don't. You're crazy! You don't-you don't know what you're doing!

Mitch:
Ellie screamed. Why don't you scream?

[discussing the man Mitch, unknown to the rancher, murdered]

Rancher:
Sorry, Mitch. I know how you felt about Ole.

Mitch:
No, I don't think so. No one will ever know that.

Mitch:
Well, everything's set on his end. Now we tie up the other end.

Dan:
Where's that?

Mitch:
The border - Royce City.

Dan:
That hellhole? There's nothing there but lice!

Mitch:
That's what we're looking for, isn't it - human lice?

Dan:
Present company not excepted?

[Stu has just won $300 by killing another man in a shootout]

Master of Ceremonies:
Let me know when you're ready to go and you can pick up the prize money.

Stu Christian:
That's alright. I never stay for the funerals anyway.

Mitch:
My name's Mitch Barrett. I'd like to talk to you.

Stu Christian:
Don't recall askin' to listen.

Mitch:
You'll listen and be glad you did for twenty thousand in gold.

Stu Christian:
Mister, when you talk, you talk big!

Stu Christian:
What do you have to do around here to get a drink?

Julia Reynolds:
Are you sure you're old enough?

Stu Christian:
Looks like a real rough trip for you, don't it, gray belly? No whiskey, no women.

Dan:
I bet when you were a kid you were tops in your town - you know, with a crayon - drawing dirty things on nice, clean walls.

Harry Ivers:
Felicitations, gentlemen. An outstanding piece of repartee.

Giller:
That'll be sixteen dollars.

Harry Ivers:
That would be sixteen dollars, plus a dollar and eighty-seven cents, won't it?

Giller:
What?

Harry Ivers:
Well, your close friend, Mitch Barrett, asked me to pay what he's owed you for so long - ever since the death of his wife. One dollar and eighty-seven cents, wasn't it?

Stu Christian:
Nice lookin' beef.

Caldwell:
Yeah, we raise the finest in the country. The noisiest, too, but I guess we'd yell some, too, if we were headin' for the slaughterhouse.

Stu Christian:
That's right. Never thought of that before. I wish I had time to hear you yell.

Dan:
Do you have to come bargin' in here like that?

Julia Reynolds:
What do you want, me to whistle six bars of "Dixie"?

Dan:
I'm sorry. I guess that all waitin' and no whiskey makes Dan a dull boy.

Julia Reynolds:
We're in love. That's what he went into town to tell you. When he finds out you're not there, he'll come back, Mitch.

Mitch:
He'll find out other things, too. Stu and Ivers are dead.

Julia Reynolds:
Dead! How? With you leading the posse, Mitch, how?

Mitch:
With me leading the posse.

Dan:
How are you going to live now? How are you going to live without anybody to hate?

Mitch:
I got a hundred thousand dollars. I don't need anybody.

[last lines]

Julia Reynolds:
Tell me about Virginia again, Dan. What will it be like?

Dan:
That's goin' to take time, Julie, a lot of time. Not even Doc Seltzer can walk that slow.