Stagecoach

Henry, the Ringo Kid:
Well, there are some things a man just can't run away from.

Dallas:
Well, you gotta live no matter what happens.

Marshal Curly Wilcox:
You can find another wife.

Chris:
Sure I can find another wife. But she take my rifle and horse. Oh, I'll never sell her. I love her so much. I beat her with a whip and she never gets tired.

Dr. Josiah Boone:
Your wife?

Chris:
No, my horse. I can find another wife easy, yes, but not a horse like that!

Ringo Kid:
Well, I guess you can't break out of prison and into society in the same week.

Ringo Kid:
You might need me and this here Winchester, Curly.

Capt. Sickel:
Well? What's wrong?

Telegraph operator:
The line went dead, sir.

Capt. Sickel:
What have you got here?

Telegraph operator:
Only the first word, sir.

Capt. Sickel:
(reading) Geronimo.

Marshal Curly Wilcox:
This stage is going to Lordsburg. If you think it isn't safe, we can get there without you soldier boys.

Henry Gatewood:
So you're the notorious Ringo Kid.

The Ringo Kid:
My friends just call me Ringo - nickname since I was a kid. My name is Henry.

The Ringo Kid:
That was my kid brother that broke his arm. You did a good job, Doc, even if you were drunk.

Dr. Josiah Boone:
Thank you, son. Professional compliments are always pleasing.

Marshal Curly Wilcox:
Now folks, if we push on we can get to Apache Wells by sundown. Soldiers there will give us an escort as far as the ferry. After that, it's a hoot and a holler to Lordsburg. We got four men who handle firearms - five with you, Ringo. Doc can shoot if sober.

Marshal Curly Wilcox:
You, Doc?

Dr. Josiah Boone:
I'm not only a philosopher, sir, I'm a fatalist. Somewhere, sometime, there may be the right bullet or the wrong bottle waiting for Josiah Boone. Why worry about when or where?

Buck:
Hey, Curly, do you think I should charge Mrs. Mallory's baby half fare?

Dr. Josiah Boone:
I'll take that shotgun, Luke.

Luke Plummer:
You'll take it in the belly if you don't get out of my way.

Ed (editor):
Billy! Billy! Kill that story about the Republican Convention in Chicago and take this down. "The Ringo Kid was killed on Main Street in Lordsburg tonight. And among the additional dead were..." Leave that blank for a spell.

Billy Pickett:
I didn't hear any shootin', Ed.

Ed (editor):
You will, Billy, you will.

Dr. Josiah Boone:
Jerry, I'll admit as one man to another that, economically, I haven't been of much value to you. But do you suppose you could put one on credit?

Jerry (bartender):
If talk was money, Doc, you'd be the best customer I had.

Buck:
If I was you, I'd let them shoot it out.

Marshal Curly Wilcox:
Let who?

Buck:
Luke Plummer and the Kid. There would be a lot more peace in this territory if that Luke Plummer was so full of lead he couldn't hold his liquor.

Buck:
If there's anything I don't like, it's driving a stagecoach through Apache country.

Cavalry scout:
These hills here are full of Apaches. They've burnt every ranch building in sight.

Cavalry scout:
He had a brush with them last night. Says they're being stirred up by Geronimo.

Capt. Sickel:
Geronimo? How do we know he isn't lying?

Cavalry scout:
No, he's a Cheyenne. They hate the Apaches worse than we do.

Dr. Josiah Boone:
Well, they're saved from the blessings of civilization.

Marshal Curly Wilcox:
Yeah.

Marshal Curly Wilcox:
Doc, I'll buy you a drink.

Dr. Josiah Boone:
Just one.

Dr. Josiah Boone:
You had broken your arm, I believe. It was Christmas Eve when your parents brought you in. I was celebrating, having a few drinks with the boys. I had just been discharged from the Union Army after the War of the Rebellion.

Hatfield:
You mean the War Against the Southern Confederacy.

Dr. Josiah Boone:
I don't mean anything of the kind.

Ringo Kid:
It was my kid brother whose arm you set, Doc.

Dallas:
Haven't I any right to live? What have I done?

Dr. Josiah Boone:
We're the victims of a foul disease called social prejudice, my child. These dear ladies of the Law and Order League are scouring out the dregs of the town. Come on. Be a proud, glorified dreg like me.

[voting on whether to continue without a cavalry escort]

Marshal Curly Wilcox:
You, Doc?

Dr. Josiah Boone:
I'm not only a philosopher, sir, I'm a fatalist. Somewhere, sometime, there may be the right bullet or the wrong bottle waiting for Josiah Boone. Why worry when or where?

Marshal Curly Wilcox:
Yes or no?

Dr. Josiah Boone:
Having that philosophy, sir, I've always courted danger. During the late war - when I had the honor to serve the Union under our great president, Abraham Lincoln... and General Phil Sheridan - well, sir, I fought mid shot and shell and cannon roar...

Marshal Curly Wilcox:
Do you wanna go back or not?

Dr. Josiah Boone:
No! I want another drink.

[voting on whether to continue without a cavalry escort]

Marshal Curly Wilcox:
How 'bout you, Mr. Hancock?

Samuel Peacock:
Peacock. I'd like to go on, brother. I want to reach the bosom of my dear family in Kansas City, Kansas as quickly as possible; but, I may never reach that bosom if we go on... so, under the circumstances - you understand, brother - I think it best we go back with the bosoms... I mean the soldiers.

Ringo Kid:
Look, Miss Dallas. You got no folks... neither have I. And, well, maybe I'm takin' a lot for granted, but... I watched you with that baby - that other woman's baby. You looked... well, well I still got a ranch across the border. There's a nice place - a real nice place... trees... grass... water. There's a cabin half built. A man could live there... and a woman. Will you go?

Dallas:
But you don't know me - you don't know who I am.

Ringo Kid:
I know all I wanna know. Will you go?

Dallas:
Oh, don't talk like that!

Henry Gatewood:
I can't get over the impertinence of that young lieutenant. I'll make it warm for that shave-tail! I'll report him to Washington. We pay taxes to the government and what do we get? Not even protection from the Army! I don't know what the government is coming to. Instead of protecting businessmen, it pokes its nose into business. Hmm. Why, they're even talking now about having bank examiners. As if we bankers don't know how to run our own banks. Why Boone, I actually have a letter from a popinjay official saying they were going to inspect my books. I have a slogan that should be emblazoned on every newspaper in the country. 'America for Americans.' The government must not interfere with business! Reduce taxes! Our national debt is something shocking! Over one billion dollars a year! What this country needs is a businessman for President.