The Man from Laramie

Chris Boldt:
Well, you strike me as a man that's looking for something and willing to pay for it.

Will Lockhart:
Well, that depends upon what the information is and who's selling it.

Chris Boldt:
Well, I ain't got no references. But anybody can tell you that Chris Boldt is a man not to be trusted. That means nobody's secrets are sacred with me.

Will Lockhart:
Uh, huh. And just who were you figuring on selling out?

Chris Boldt:
You just name 'em!

Will Lockhart:
It wouldn't be *me*, would it?

Will Lockhart:
You're just a hard, scheming old woman, aren't you?

Kate Canady:
Ugly, too.

Sheriff Tom Quigby:
It's your neck, Lockhart. If you want a Christian funeral, you'd better leave some money with the undertaker.

Dave Waggoman:
They're grazing on Barb land, aren't they?

Vic Hansbro:
So they're eating a mouthful of grass! We got plenty growing around here.

Dave Waggoman:
Alec always says: a steer swallows a mouthful of Barb grass, it becomes a Barb steer.

Will Lockhart:
Where'd an Indian get a rifle like that?

Frank Darrah:
He don't say. I don't ask.

[first lines]

Will Lockhart:
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa. We'll camp here for the night.

Charley O'Leary:
We can go a coupla more miles 'fore sundown.

Will Lockhart:
We'll camp here!

Charley O'Leary:
You're the boss.

Barbara Waggoman:
Did you have any trouble getting here?

Will Lockhart:
No, we came from Laramie.

Barbara Waggoman:
Oh, is that your home?

Will Lockhart:
No, ma'am. No, I can't rightly say anyplace is my home.

Barbara Waggoman:
Oh, but everybody should have a place to remember and feel they belong to.

Will Lockhart:
Well, I-I always feel like I belong... where I am.

Vic Hansbro:
I'm sorry about this. I figured you'd kinda have your bellyful of these parts and would be anxious to get out of here.

Will Lockhart:
Yeah, well, I figure this place owes me somethin' and I'm gonna make it pay.

Vic Hansbro:
Let me straighten you out, mister. We got enough trouble around here with the Apaches and young Dave. Now don't you go startin' any!

Charley O'Leary:
I liked workin' for you Mr. Lockhart; I sorta hate to leave ya.

Will Lockhart:
Well, maybe this won't be the kind of work you like.

Charley O'Leary:
If it's got anything to do with who's sellin' repeating rifles to the Apaches, I'd like to help you.

Will Lockhart:
What are you stickin' your neck out for, Charley?

Charley O'Leary:
I'm a lonely man, Mr. Lockhart; so are you. I don't suppose we spoke ten words comin' down here, but I feel that I know ya, and I like what I know.

Will Lockhart:
This is the most unfriendly country I've ever been in. Why is everybody so touchy?

Barbara Waggoman:
It's a one man country and Alec Waggoman's the man.

Alec Waggoman:
I'm Alec Waggoman of the Barb. What's the reason for this?

Will Lockhart:
Ask your son!

Alec Waggoman:
I'm asking you.

Will Lockhart:
All right, go out to the salt lagoons, and you'll see twelve dead mules and three burnt wagons. They belong to me!

Alec Waggoman:
Nobody asked you to come here.

Will Lockhart:
Well, I'm here, Mr. Waggoman, and I'm gonna stay here and this town better get used to the idea!

Will Lockhart:
[having a wound dressed] Have you done this before?

Kate Canady:
I've patched up bullet holes in places I wouldn't like to mention.

Kate Canady:
Why did you do it, Lockhart?

Will Lockhart:
Oh, you too, huh?

Kate Canady:
Now look here. You get into a scrap with a man, and five minutes later he's found dead. What am I supposed to think?"

Will Lockhart:
You're supposed to think I killed him. I came all the way from Laramie to creep up a dark alley and knife the town drunk. Now does that make better sense to you?

Kate Canady:
If it did, I wouldn't be here.

Will Lockhart:
I always feel I belong where I am.

Barbara Waggoman:
I want to be your wife Vic, but if I can't get you to leave with me I won't stick around to be your widow.

Vic Hansbro:
I don't die so quick.

Charley O'Leary:
When I was a boy, my pa told me that I was lucky to have an Irish pa and an Indian ma. Said I'd have two places to come home to. Don't seem like I have any.

Will Lockhart:
Looks like you've been sitting there for two weeks.

Charley O'Leary:
Yeah, and I just ate a pound of dust with this can of beans.

[last lines]

Will Lockhart:
When you go east, you'll pass through Laramie. And if you should ask for a Captain Lockhart, almost anybody'd tell you where to find me.

Barbara Waggoman:
I'll remember that.