The Round-Up

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Arizona, as Remington painted it - as poets sang of it - a land of tragedy, adventure and border romance.

Slim Hoover:
Shet up! You sn*ggerin' ole fossils!

Slim Hoover:
Dangnation take it! Soon's I git up enough spunk to cut a heifer out o' the heard, somebody else ropes her and slaps his brand on her!

Slim Hoover:
Miss Polly, this yere mountain of flesh, thet you-all is trampin' over, is a volcano of seethin' fiery love. Some day it'll erupt an' calcify you!

Buck McKee:
Bud don't hev to take no orders from you!

Slim Hoover:
Mebbe he don't, but you do - an' onless you-all is solicitin' suicide you'll be keepin' that war talk in yore system, Mr. Half-Breed.

Bud Lane:
That's a lie! He played square with my brother - an' that's more'n you done - rustlin' his girl!

Dick Lane:
Tell Jack Payson an old friend from Mexico wants to see him out here - I ain't dressed to horn into the party.

Polly Hope:
Good lan', get something to cover the pianny with!

Buck McKee:
Boys, this yere's a frame-up to let Payson make a getaway! Are you goin' to stand for it? We'll take the law into our own hands an' hev a necktie party, right now!

Slim Hoover:
I'm powerful hungry. Can you rustle me some grub?

Jack Payson:
Echo, I lied to you - about Dick.

Jack Payson:
Dick is alive.

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After the round-up - and near the end of the home trail.

Slim Hoover:
an' jest then twenty redskins bit the dust!

Slim Hoover:
an' that Injun never knew what hit him!

Slim Hoover:
Aw, what's the use! Nobody loves a fat man.

Hellraising Drifter:
Whoo-oo-pee! I'm a wild wolf from Texas, and it's my day to howl!