Shootist

John Bernard Books:
Damn.

Bond Rogers:
John Bernard, you swear too much.

John Bernard Books:
The hell I do.

Mrs. Rogers:
Do you know that man?

John Bernard Books:
Not him personally; but I had some dealings with his brother, Albert.

Mrs. Rogers:
What kind of dealings?

Mrs. Rogers:
Oh.

John Bernard Books:
I won't be wronged. I won't be insulted. I won't be laid a-hand on. I don't do these things to other people, and I require the same from them.

Pulford confidante:
Hey, Pulford. Did you hear John Bernard Books is stayin' out at Mrs. Rogers' boarding house? I heard Thibodo say he was dyin'!

Jack Pulford:
Yes, so I heard. Shame; he was a man I could have taken.

Dearden:
Bullshit.

Jack Pulford:
My friend, you have two ways to leave this establishment; immediately or dead.

Carson City Marshal Walter Thibido:
Books, I want you out of town. These are law-abiding people here and I don't want any trouble. I can deputize as many men as I need to see that you leave.

John Bernard Books:
I'm not going anywhere, Marshal. I'm dying and I intend to die right here.

Carson City Marshal Walter Thibido:
Really? You're really dyin'?

John Bernard Books:
Ask Doc Hostetler.

Carson City Marshal Walter Thibido:
Hot damn! You know, Books, that's the best news I've had all day. While I was walking over here I was thinking, what if Books decides to kill me? Who will take over as marshal? Will the town council pay my pension to my wife? Damn, that's good news.

Dr. E.W. Hostetler:
Books, I've been a doctor a long time and every now and then I have to tell a man or a woman what I'm about to tell you. Books, you have a cancer.

John Bernard Books:
Damn! Can you just cut it out?

Dr. E.W. Hostetler:
No, I'd have to gut you like a fish.

John Bernard Books:
Well, Doc; how long do I have?

Dr. E.W. Hostetler:
Two maybe three months. You won't feel any different for a while, then the pain will start. A little at first, then toward the end, the pain will be unbearable.

John Bernard Books:
Well, that's it then. Thanks, Doc.