San Antonio

Jeanne Starr:
This town looks as if it's full of men who step on baby chickens.

Clay Hardin:
On the level. There's a desperate character on the loose...

Jeanne Starr:
And his name's Clay Hardin.

Jeanne Starr:
He called you Clay.

Clay Hardin:
Un huh.

Jeanne Starr:
Are they going to arrest you?

Clay Hardin:
I hope not. That would spoil our whole evening.

Clay Hardin:
[about the dance] Took me years to pick up.

Jeanne Starr:
It must have been the only thing that took you that long.

Clay Hardin:
Well, we don't get pretty girls like you down here often. Guess that's why we have to pay for it.

Jeanne Starr:
Aren't you ever going to forgive me for something I didn't even do?

Clay Hardin:
Uh, did you ever hear of an animal called a Judas goat?

Jeanne Starr:
No, but never mind that now, Clay...

Clay Hardin:
But I *do* mind now... When sheep are driven into the pen to be slaughtered, they balk and won't go in, so a goat's put in to lead 'em. The sheep trust the goat, and they go where she leads. The goat walks through untouched, but the sheep following her are killed.

Henrietta:
The regular stagecoach stops here overnight. They don't have to sit up all night, bouncing their brains out!

Sacha Bozic:
It is not my brains is tired!

Henrietta:
Well *use* them then, and get us on the regular stagecoach!

Sacha Bozic:
Look, Tuesday it is last night we played already... so we got to be there, yesterday yet. Because the day before, we ain't *no* place, you know?

Henrietta:
Whaaat?

Sacha Bozic:
Sheesh'a! Look... next day it is last night we don't start. And Tuesday evening is the morning we ain't coming. Now you understand?

Henrietta:
Of course not!

Sacha Bozic:
I'm sorry, I'm not a teacher! Sheesh'a...!