The Texan

Bill Longley:
How much are the drinks?

Bartender:
Two bits.

Bill Longley:
You're a dollar short.

Bartender:
I held it out for the box.

[indicated a contribution box for the sheriff's campaign contributions]

Winthrop Davis:
[to Longley] It's unique, even for American politics. I'm afraid it's the least of our innovations.

Coy Benner:
[to his henchmen] Shut him off.

Winthrop Davis:
Some of our local customs are unorthodox. Frankly, it would take several hours to describe all our political heresies.

Winthrop Davis:
You said, "A drink".

Bill Longley:
Coffee's a drink.

Winthrop Davis:
Yes. The definition is legal and admissible. Too bad.

Bill Longley:
If I had to guess, I'd say you were from the East.

Winthrop Davis:
Winthrop Davis, Esq. from Boston... late member of the faculty of Harvard College. Professor of Legal Jurisprudence with a thirst for knowledge... and a taste for whiskey.

Walt Carlin:
A man's that no use to himself can't be any use to anybody else.

Winthrop Davis:
[pointing to his new sheriff's badge] This isn't just a piece of metal. It's a symbol of authority; of public confidence. What confidence can they have in me.

Bill Longley:
That might depend on how much confidence you have in yourself.

Winthrop Davis:
Does that sound odd - to fight against war?

Bill Longley:
I've heard of preachers speak of the armies of peace. You've made a start here. You could win.

Winthrop Davis:
You're trespassing.

Coy Benner:
On my own property?

Bill Longley:
It isn't your property. That sale was illegal.

Coy Benner:
Go ask the bank. It's all bought and paid. You're the one that's gonna leave. I'm going to count to three. One... two...

[Benner shoots Davis]

Winthrop Davis:
He didn't count to three...

Frank:
I never killed a man before.

Winthrop Davis:
From time to time, the tree of liberty must be fertilized with blood. Thomas Jefferson said that.

[last lines]

Winthrop Davis:
I won't try to thank you. I speak four languages and there's no way of saying what... what I feel in any of them. Goodbye. Come back again.

Bill Longley:
I will.

Bill Longley:
Looks like a Kentucky-bred animal.

Mar Anderson:
Now there's a man who knows good horseflesh when he sees it. That's right, stranger, Diablo's fresh out of bluegrass country.

Dobie:
Well now, it ain't so much where he's from that counts, it's were he can go!

Bill Longley:
Of all the fool stunts I've ever seen, this one beats all. Risk everything you have in the world on a horse race!

Dobie:
A man's got his pride.

Andy:
If you want to substitute your horse for Dobie's, it's all right with us.

Mar Anderson:
Any horse, any rider.

[last lines]

Dobie:
Tell you what - I'm not a bettin' man, but I'll make you a little wager...

Stage Driver:
That's rough on the company losin' a passenger; worse on her, I guess. that's his wife.

Matt Ainsley:
Be my pleasure to put the girl up.

Big Jim Sammett:
Matt, I'm warnin' you...

Matt Ainsley:
Why? Ain't nothin' you can take from me. You got it all, Jim.

Jeff Karger:
Maybe you need another lesson.

[Bill slams Jeff into the bar]

Bill Longley:
Maybe you're the wrong teacher.

[discussing Maria, Big Jim's daughter-in-law]

Big Jim Sammett:
She wasn't good enough.

Bill Longley:
For him or you?

Big Jim Sammett:
He'd be alive today if she hadn't taken him away.

Bill Longley:
Seems to me if there's blood on anyone's hands, you're the one who oughta be washin'.

Doc Morton:
Jim Sammett doesn't want me to help the girl.

Bill Longley:
What do you want - or do you do everything Jim Sammett tells you to do?

Doc Morton:
He gives the orders in this town.

Bill Longley:
You're a doctor!

Doc Morton:
I'm also a human being.

Bill Longley:
You could be both. Right now, you're not much of either.

Doc Morton:
I can't work scared. If anything went wrong...

Bill Longley:
All right, you wait here, I'll get you a license to practice... and Doc, if you're not here when I get back, you're gonna have two of us to worry about.

[Bill has fought past three of Big Jim's henchman to reach his office]

Bill Longley:
Now I promised Maria I'd bring the doctor.

Big Jim Sammett:
You're welcome to try.

Bill Longley:
And I told the doctor I'd bring you. Seems he needs your personal permission.

Big Jim Sammett:
And if I won't give in?

Bill Longley:
Then he won't need it. You'll be dead.

Big Jim Sammett:
You hold the cards; I have no gun.

Big Jim Sammett:
You had three of 'em. Now, let's go.

Big Jim Sammett:
You saved me life!

Bill Longley:
If you won't tell anyone, I won't either.

Dolly Mathews:
Your eyes, your mouth... no question about it - looks like we got us another Big Jim.

Big Jim Sammett:
Don't want another Big Jim; coulda lot more used a Little Jim... and Little Jim's gonna do big things.

[last lines]

Doc Morton:
Now then, the vital statistics. Saves a lot of argument if we put 'em all down. Name?

Maria Sammett:
James Felipe - for all his grandfathers.

Doc Morton:
Time of birth? Well, I guess midnight's close enough. Date? What's the date?

Bill Longley:
December 25th.

[first lines]

Ramirez:
Fruit trees, senor. I have waited a long time for them. They are peach trees from the mission in San Francisco. You like peach trees, senor?

Bill Longley:
I like peach trees. Don't water 'em too much.

Bill Longley:
Any brandy?

Jake, the Bartender:
Some.

Bill Longley:
Peach?

[the bartender hands Bill a dusty bottle]

Bill Longley:
Looks like you don't get much call for this.

Bert Gorman:
Maybe folks in this town ain't got your taste for peaches. They got no taste for meddlers, either.

Bert Gorman:
No sir, I gave twenty years to make this cattle country and I aim to keep it that way.

Bill Longley:
Till somebody walks over you.

[discussing peach trees]

Ramirez:
It is a wonderful tree. In the spring, it makes flowers and this is good for the eyes, and in the summer it makes fruit and this is good for the stomach.

Bill Longley:
And the winter, when it's stripped and bare/

Ramirez:
It tells us we must die so we can live again.

Sheriff Sam Bofert:
I don't want any trouble.

Bill Longley:
Sam, there's no place in this entire world you won't find some kind of trouble. All right, so you got drunk outside of Nashville. You had three years of fightin'. You were tired, cold, hungry; you opened a bottle. Well, you want to know somethin'? I opened a bottle that night. That's right, I opened a bottle, too. There's only one difference between you and me, Sergeant - you were caught.

[discussing Thompson's vocation as a bounty hunter]

Bill Longley:
I always wanted to meet a man in your line - you're inside the law, yet you're outside it.

Clay Thompson:
Nothin' to it, Bill. Marshals and sheriffs, they can't operate beyond their own boundaries. You know that. Say, you got a cup? Have some coffee. I wore a badge once. Lets say I got tired of short pay and those boundaries... tired of seein' killers get away with murder.

Bill Longley:
I wonder which one bothers you the most - the short money or the killers getting away.

Clay Thompson:
You know, Longley, I've been wondering which one of us is the really fastest.

Bill Longley:
Well, the one who isn't will never know.

Lew Cade:
Do you want to die hard or easy?

Bill Longley:
Neither one.

Sam Kerrigan:
There's something about a necktie party that plain discomforts me.

Bill Longley:
Yeah, same here, especially when I'm the guest of honor.

Sam Kerrigan:
You can't hardly throw a stone around here without hitting a Cade of some kind. They're a big family and thick as snakes in a nest.

Bill Longley:
Think I might get snakebit?

Sam Kerrigan:
I hope what I said didn't influence you any.

Bill Longley:
No, just starting thinking.

Sam Kerrigan:
What?

Bill Longley:
The best way to prevent people from chasin' you is don't run.

[Longley walks into a bar]

Sam Kerrigan:
Hiya, Bill! Whaddya have?

Bill Longley:
A couple of answers, maybe.

[after Longley wounds Lew Cade, Kerrigan shoots Cade in the back, killing him]

Bill Longley:
You set me up so you could be in at the kill.

Sam Kerrigan:
We couldn't have a turkey shoot without a turkey.

[Bill slaps Kerrigan with a sack holding a dead rattlesnake]

Sam Kerrigan:
It'll wash off.

Bill Longley:
No it won't.

Sam Kerrigan:
Two thousand dollars buys a lot of soap.

[ten members of the Cade family wait outside the saloon for Kerrigan to leave]

Bill Longley:
Look, Bill, together we got a real good chance. Now two thousand dollars is a lot of money - half of it is yours.

Sam Kerrigan:
You can't have a turkey shoot without a turkey.

[last lines]

[rather than face the Cades alone, Kerrigan enlists with a U.S. Cavalry unit]

Sam Kerrigan:
Sorry, Marshal, that makes me government property.

Sergeant:
Anyone else? Your chance to go down in history, boys.

Bill Longley:
Do you mind sayin' where your bound for, Sergeant?

Sergeant:
Orders say to join General Custer on the Little Big Horn. All right, lets go.

Sam Kerrigan:
Oh, Longley... there goes your turkey shoot.

[Catherine has out-bid Longley and Acosta for cases of rifles]

Bill Longley:
Well, it looks like neither one of us will get those rifles.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
I never believe that one disappointment made a defeat.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
I know, senora, but how else would I get the opportunity of asking you for a dance?

Catherine Crawford:
Thank you, but I... that's not possible.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
Well, then perhaps we could talk, huh? Now, ah, what would be a good topic of conversation? Ourselves, the fiesta... guns and ammunition?

Catherine Crawford:
You offered a choice. I would prefer we speak of ourselves.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
Our acquaintance is far too brief to speak of ourselves. As for the fiesta - you've seen one, you've seen them all. So nothing remains to be discussed but...

Catherine Crawford, Captain Joaquin Acosta:
...guns and ammunition.

Catherine Crawford:
What an unpleasant subject for such a beautiful evening.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
Very true, senora.

Catherine Crawford:
Then lets not talk of it.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
I was oh so curious why someone so young and beautiful would want 7500 dollars worth of death and destruction

Catherine Crawford:
I think we'd better dance, after all.

Bill Longley:
Mind if I cut in?

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
Yes, i certainly do!

Bill Longley:
A little honest competition never hurt anybody.

Catherine Crawford:
That goes even when applied to an auction.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
He said honest competition!

Bill Longley:
[to Catherine] I'll walk you to your lodgings.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
And I'll come along to see no harm comes to either of you.

Shep Crawford:
I've heard that you want to talk to me, Captain Acosta.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
You have big ears, senor.

Shep Crawford:
In a competitive world one must keep informed.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
Then perhaps you have also heard that eventually I intend to hang you.

Shep Crawford:
Is that a threat, Captain?

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
No, an inevitability, senor.

Shep Crawford:
Where are you going? I said, where are you going?

Catherine Crawford:
As far away from you as possible!

[Longley and Acosta gun down two men who tried to shoot them from ambush]

Bill Longley:
No need to ask who sent them.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
After all, death is the end product of Mr. Crawford's business.

[last lines]

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
You've done my country a great service, my friend.

Bill Longley:
Let's say we helped each other's countries.

Captain Joaquin Acosta:
Adios, amigo.

Bill Longley:
Good luck, Captain.

[first lines]

[Bill nearly shoots a small boy who was sneaking around his campsite]

Bill Longley:
Boy, you came awful close to never growin' up.

Bill Longley:
[to Peter] I ran away from home when I was about your age. You know what? I haven't stoped runnin' yet.

Bill Longley:
[to Peter] How 'bout a little prayer? It might make you feel better. You don't have to say it out loud; that man up there can hear you thinkin', too.

Bill Longley:
Who's Dan Keyes?

Sheriff Loomis:
Oh, one of Nick Yarboro's boys.

Bill Longley:
And who's Nick Yarboro?

Sheriff Loomis:
Compared to him, Dan Keyes is a gentle, lovable man. Yarboro owns the saloon and most everything else. Half the town works for him.

Bill Longley:
You, too?

Sheriff Loomis:
You know me, Bill. I ain't got the brains to be dishonest.

Sheriff Loomis:
Bill, I got great respect for you. You've got something I need now - a fast gun, fast brains - and I need your help. Hate to see you go.

Bill Longley:
I'm not goin' anywhere.

Nick Yarboro:
You killed a friend of mine this morning.

Bill Longley:
That was self-defense.

Nick Yarboro:
I got a witness who says different; not that I really need him. You see, mister, nothing stampedes the folks around here more than the killin' of one of 'em by a stranger - self-defense or not. You'll hang, Texan.

Bill Longley:
So you know me, huh?

Nick Yarboro:
Well, sure. Your trouble is you don't know me or you wouldn't have meddled in my affairs.

Sheriff Loomis:
Nice town, huh? Killers outside free; innocent kid in jail.

Kyle Richards:
You want to know where Torbit is? Well, I'll tell you - locked up in jail for puttin' a bullet in my sister, a fourteen-year-old girl who never did a mean thing in her life... shot down in cold blood by Les Torbit! You might as well forget it, Mister, because if she dies, he'll swing from a tree.

Sheriff:
Wait a minute - don't I know you?

Bill Longley:
Could be.

Sheriff:
Bill Longley... The Texan.

Les Torbit:
This morning some of my steers were grazing in the lower section, the range we've been fighting over. Kyle Richards spotted 'em. He sat there in his saddle on top of that ridge and just shot 'em down. I went crazy, started blazing away - so did Richards. It was Vicksburg all over again... only this time you weren't with me.

Kyle Richards:
Nobody could kill both Bray brothers unless he drew first!

Sheriff:
Nobody but The Texan.

Kyle Richards:
I don't care what he calls himself - he's a hired gun!

Sheriff:
His gun's not for hire. Everybody in Texas knows that.

[Judge Bradford has just been bushwhacked]

Bill Longley:
Judge Bradford!

Judge Bradford:
That's right - what's left of me.

Bill Longley:
Doctor Fry?

Doc Fry:
That's right - doctor of horses, hounds and humans. Some people say I'm best with horses.

[Bill shot Cagle in a fair fight]

Aldridge:
Right on time, Sheriff. This stranger there just shot Cagle in cold blood.

Sheriff Rangel:
How could that be, Sam? Cagle's gun is still in his hand; just fired, too. Looks like a draw to me.

Aldridge:
Well, well - still in town. Thought you might be smart enough to know when you're not wanted.

Bill Longley:
Sometimes I'm stupid.

Aldridge:
Stupid people get hurt sometimes, you know.

Bill Longley:
So can smart ones. They get caught.

Aldridge:
Caught for what?

Bill Longley:
Murder.

Bill Longley:
There's all kinds of courage. It takes a brave man to admit he's scared.

[Longley is reading a magazine when Chick sneaks in]

Chick Bowdrie:
I wouldn't start any continued stories.

Bill Longley:
Anything I start, I'll finish.

Bill Longley:
[to Chick] Don't worry about Whipple. I don't want any trouble with him. If you're lookin' for trouble for yourself, you've come to the right place.

Jackson:
Did you hear that, Pa? That was Bill Longley.

Polk:
Along about tomorrow, he'll have another name.

Jackson:
What's that?

Polk:
Deceased.

Jackson:
Pa, why don't we ride out of here while we're still able? If we got that place they'd only run us off.

Houston:
They're just hayshakers, Jackson.

Jackson:
They were hayshakers in Missouri, too, and in Tennessee before that! Hayshakers can get mighty mad.

[Chick has killed one of Blackston's sons and driven off another]

Chick Bowdrie:
I've got one of Blackston's boys holed up in a store down the street.

Bill Longley:
He'll keep.

Chick Bowdrie:
Well, there's one out back that won't keep more than a day or two - not in this weather.

Laura Whipple:
What are we going to do? We can't just keep on waiting!

Auntie:
Apaches can wait. I've seen them wait for hours... days even.

Bill Longley:
They want a fight, let 'em come to us. Sometimes the first man to make a move is the first to die - right, Auntie?

[Auntie pulls a pistol from her bag of yarn and kills one of the Blackstons]

Auntie:
He wasn't a nice man.

[first lines]

[Henrietta, dressed as a boy, points a rifle at Bill]

Henrietta Tovers:
Put your hands up, mister - way up.

Bill Longley:
That's a mighty big gun for such a small boy.

Henrietta Tovers:
Help him! You gotta help him!

[Bill covers Roy's face]

Bill Longley:
I wish I could.

[discussing Henrietta]

Dave Travers:
You reckon she'll talk to me?

Bill Longley:
Give her a chance to cry. I'll bring her in; you can question her later.

Dave Travers:
Seems proper to me.

George Brandon:
Now look, Dave...!

Dave Travers:
And it seems proper to you! Now come on.

Henrietta Tovers:
I ain't gonna stay with no female. Pa never had no use for females.

Bill Longley:
Where do you think he found you - under a cactus?

[Henrietta starts to peel off her clothes]

Bill Longley:
Just a minute. If a lady's going to take a bath, I'm entitled to a little privacy. I'll, uh, I'll wait over there.

George Brandon:
How did you know?

Bill Longley:
If a man's ridin' away from you, it's pretty hard to put a bullet in his stomach.

[last lines]

Bill Longley:
Hank, come out and say goodbye.

Bess Corbin:
Henrietta...

[Henrietta emerges from her room wearing a pretty dress]

Henrietta Tovers:
Just don't laugh, that's all. Don't laugh.

Bill Longley:
May I have this dance?

[Bill takes Henrietta in his arms and they waltz around Bess's dress shop]

Nate Woods:
I want you out of town in an hour.

Charley Arno:
What about our cut?

Nate Woods:
Now if I was you, I'd start thinkin' about my neck! If it comes to a choice between me dancin' at the end of a rope or you, there's not much choice is there?

Dr. Neal Carter:
They tried to kill me! Why?

Bill Longley:
Because you can identify them and a dead witness is no witness.

Walt:
We only have one problem - that witness.

Nate Woods:
Yeah? Well, you're forgetting Bill Longley.

Walt:
I have an idea that a bullet in the back will kill Bill Longley as well as the next guy.

Dr. Neal Carter:
If I saved him, he tried to kill you just like his brother did.

Bill Longley:
Sure... and I shot his brother. That's Texas - and that's the way things will be until law and order take over.

Bill Longley:
You know, I don't think you're much of a doctor - and no part of a man!

Bill Longley:
All right, climb on your horse. We're goin' back to town.

Johnny Hinshaw:
I saved your life!

Bill Longley:
And I'm trying to save yours. C'mon.

Weeb Martin:
He's dirt, just plain dirt! He ain't fit to walk on the street with you.

Jessie Martin:
Who is?

Weeb Martin:
I had a duty put on me. I-I tried to bring you up decent.

Jessie Martin:
Decent? So that no man would look at me twice?

Bill Longley:
Why didn't you face him?

Johnny Hinshaw:
Oh, sure. I say, "Weeb, I want to marry your sister." And he says, "What have you got to offer?" And I say, "Three years in prison, a bad name and a couple of brothers on the run from the law."

[last lines]

Jessie Martin:
I can't ever repay you.

Bill Longley:
You just did. Goodbye.

[first lines]

[Longley and his prisoner are caught in a violent windstorm]

Bill Longley:
Lots of sand working in under the blankets will rub a horse raw. We'll get in the lee of those rocks and stop.

Yancey Lewis:
Don't hurry. You ain't goin' to make it to Prescott.

Bill Longley:
We'll make it.

Yancey Lewis:
Didn't say "we" - said "you". You ain't gonna make it, Longley.

[Sheriff Crandall pistol-whipped Longley and then discovered he'd hit the wrong man]

Will Crandall:
Drinks are on me - so's the apologizin'.

Bill Longley:
This the way you welcome all your guests to Laramie?

[speaking of her husband]

Julie Bofert:
He prides himself on buying things cheap. I was the cheapest.

Will Crandall:
Me, I'd just have soon waited until morning, but there's no holding back the U.S. cavalry. This here's Corporal Haynie. He's one of Captain Lurie's boys from Company C.

Lacey Winans:
Last time I met a man in that uniform, nobody bothered to introduce us.

Bill Longley:
Suppose he didn't steal the money. Suppose he just borrowed it. Suppose he was going to pay it back.

Will Crandall:
Well, a man who borrows money - he's got to expect to pay some interest.

Bill Longley:
How much?

Will Crandall:
Three to five years.

[last lines]

Waiter:
Would you like your breakfast or are you waiting for someone?

Julie Bofert:
I'm waiting for someone.

Waiter:
Is he going to be long?

Julie Bofert:
Three to five years.

Bill Longley:
He'll be worth it.

[to waiter]

Bill Longley:
Well, what are you waiting for? Bring us some coffee.

Sheriff Ben Carter:
If it's the last thing we'll do, we'll get action!

Bill Longley:
You don't get action, Ben... you take action!

Bill Longley:
To bad we don't have a headstone, Hank. We could write an epitaph - "Here lies Luke Watson, shot in the back by his own brother".

Sheriff Ben Carter:
You did a good job, Bill.

Bill Longley:
Maybe so, Ben, but in my book it still doesn't even the score.

[first lines]

[counting the number of cattle Bill has delivered to the stockyard]

Samuel Dickens:
Four-legged ornery-looking twenty-dollar gold pieces, eh? Well, let's see... I make it 1234 by my tally. Does that check?

Bill Longley:
1236.

Samuel Dickens:
No, 1234.

Bill Longley:
Well, you want to run 'em through again?

Samuel Dickens:
...1236.

Samuel Dickens:
Well, a momentous day. The first herd into Denver. Do you kow what that really means, Mr. Longley?

Bill Longley:
I think so - at least what it means to us.

Samuel Dickens:
What's that?

Bill Longley:
A hundred days on the trail from the Panhandle to Denver. I had to find feed and water each day, ford the Arkansas and the Big Sandy in flood, head off stampedes... Some of the trails went up to 4000 - straight down. Rough all the way, Mr. Dickens.

Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver:
Careful, Colonel. It used to be said Captain Longley was a very dangerous man to provoke.

Bill Longley:
Some people don't stop until they find out.

Maitre d':
It is you, monsieur. Who would have known. Magnifique!

Bill Longley:
Remember, you said clothes don't make the man.

Maitre d':
It's not only the suit, it is the elan with which you wear it.

Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver:
Shall we drink to dreams come true?

Bill Longley:
Looks like yours already have.

Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver:
And what about your dreams?

Bill Longley:
I haven't any.

Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver:
Your plans then.

Bill Longley:
I haven't any of those, either.

Colonel Garson:
I was right, wasn't I. Everything we had together was just a substitute for what you really wanted - your romantic memories of Longley. Well, memories can be erased!

Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver:
What are you going to do?

Colonel Garson:
Call him out.

Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver:
If you do, he'll kill you.

Colonel Garson:
At the count of ten, maybe... what about the count of nine?

Colonel Garson:
Do you think you can insult a lady in front of a gentleman and crawl away without having to account for it.

Bill Longley:
A lady? A gentleman? You must be mistaken, Colonel. Ladies and gentlemen don't hire gunmen to steal wages from men who worked and sweated and risked their lives for them.

Colonel Garson:
What are you talking about?

Bill Longley:
You know what I'm talking about. You sent the gunmen.

[last lines]

Jenny Brewster - the Duchess of Denver:
Bill, can you ever forgive me?

Bill Longley:
A gentleman can forgive a lady anything. Goodbye, Jenny.

Buck:
[indicating Bill] Tug, look at that black hat down there. Don't that fella mean anything to you?

Tug Swann:
No, that black hat don't mean anything, but I'll tell ya something; I'm goin' to get me the Texan that's under it.

Rush:
You better quit while you're ahead, Tug. Seems like you're still carryin' that lead metal he gave you in Laredo.

[Julian dumps a pile of luggage on the hotel lobby floor]

Julian Dowd:
This far west and you insist on bringing hats.

Ann Dowd:
This far west and you insist on bringing me!

Bill Longley:
If you don't mind, Mr. Dowd, I'd like to talk a little more privately.

Julian Dowd:
Speak right up.

Tug Swann:
Sure! You're among friends.

Bill Longley:
I doubt that.

Ann Dowd:
I knew Bill Longley when I was a child on my uncle's ranch in Texas.

Julian Dowd:
Texas... Now you go for outdoor boys.

Ann Dowd:
I don't go for boys - I go for men!

Julian Dowd:
Message received. *Thanks!*

Tug Swann:
You look to me like a man that's got wife trouble.

Julian Dowd:
You might call it that. You could also call it, "Tall and handsome and from south of the Red River".

Tug Swann:
Looks like the blue chips are down.

Rush:
What are we playin'?

Tug Swann:
Bill Longley.

[Orin gives Ruth a large box]

Orin McKnight:
It's somethin' I bought you. It's a dress. The moment that Clara what's-her-name showed me a picture of it in a magazine, I could see you wearin' it.

Ruth McKnight:
It was very nice of you, Orin.

Orin McKnight:
I didn't get it on account of what happened yesterday. You can ask Clara. I ordered it three weeks ago... What's the matter?

Ruth McKnight:
Nothing. I'm going to try it on. I've been waiting four weeks - ever since I gave that magazine to Clara.

Orin McKnight:
It's my fault. It's all my fault what happened. I drove Stuart away like I did his mother. I'm a bullheaded man, Mr. Longley. I'm too bullheaded for my own good or for anybody. Big man, big ranch, big house - but it's a cold house, it's onery, it's a black house and Stuart could feel that.

Bill Longley:
I don't think he felt that way.

Walt Pearce:
Well, what did you do about it?

Neil Pearce:
Nothin'.

Walt Pearce:
That's the kind of son I got. You know, when I was your age, I already had two notches on my gun.

Walt Pearce:
[to Neil] I should have given you a darning needle instead of a gun. You shoulda been a girl.

Bill Longley:
I gave you a choice, you made me treat you like a kid.

Neil Pearce:
You made a fool out of me in there.

Bill Longley:
I could have made you good and dead. Why'd you do it?

Neil Pearce:
Haven't you heard, Mister? You're not considered a man around here until you've got a notch on your gun.

Bill Longley:
Havin' nothin' but a gun in your hand can be a lonesome thing. Lonesome is all the time.

Bill Longley:
[to Walt] You got one big fault, Mister. You try to own too many people

Bill Longley:
There's no sense walking the direction trouble takes.

Bill Longley:
What makes you think I'd help the kid or Pearce... or you?

Charlotta Rivera:
Rim Rock.

[last lines]

Neil Pearce:
I guess I'll never get a notch on my gun.

Bill Longley:
A fella can get a notch on his gun by not pullin' the trigger.

[a posse pursuing a bank robber halts at the Mexican border]

Sheriff Ike Masters:
We can't cross into Mexico.

Bill Longley:
He did.

Ben Cushman:
Oh, come on, let's take a chance.

Max Bowen:
Hold on, Ben. You heard Ike - we got no right to cross the border.

Bill Longley:
Neither did my eight thousand.

Bill Longley:
[to Nick] You offered to buy me a drink a while ago; I'll take it. Looks like we're in for a long talk and my throat needs lubricating.

[Sam organizes a lynch mob]

Sam Chase:
I'm going to get a piece of rope and there's cartridges for anyone who needs 'em.

Ben Cushman:
Well, let's stop beating around the bush. We came to get young Ahern.

Bill Longley:
Well, comin' and gettin' are two different things, Mr. Cushman.

Sam Chase:
What are we waitin' for? I've got the rope!

Bill Longley:
Then put it back, 'cause you're not going to use it.

Gus Phelan:
Come on, boys, this ain't no debatin' society!

Bill Longley:
And it ain't no hangin' society.

[last lines]

Sheriff Ike Masters:
Mr. Longley, I want to thank you for preventin' us from doing something wrong yesterday. Would you mind telling me how you caught onto Max Bowen?

Bill Longley:
Well, first of all, Bowen was a little too anxious to shoot somebody. The banker was killed with a right-hand gun... Nick's left-handed.

[first lines]

[Bill rescues a man from a pair of bushwhackers]

Reverend Kilgore:
Thanks for your help.

Bill Longley:
Don't you do any of your own fighting? Why didn't you pitch in? Where's your gun?

[Kilgore reaches into his coat and pulls out a Bible]

Bill Longley:
...Sorry, Reverend.

Bill Longley:
Phillipsburg? Isn't that the town where they shoot preachers?

Doctor:
Yeah. Seems to be a local custom.

Bill Longley:
Why is Phillipsburg so tough on preachers?

Sheriff:
I wouldn't know.

Bill Longley:
Aren't you curious?

Sheriff:
I'm a married man. That kind of curiosity is a luxury that only a single man should indulge in.

[Bill grabs the sheriff's badge]

Bill Longley:
Well, what about this?

Sheriff:
Don't rub all the shine off, son. Besides, Phillipsburg's outside my jurisdiction. Just pay a little attention to the Junction City Museum of Art and Culture.

[the sheriff hands Bill a stack of wanted posters]

Sheriff:
See any friends... or enemies?

[Bill dons Reverend Kilgore's clothes]

Doctor:
You're a fine-lookin' reverend!

Bill Longley:
Thank you.

Reverend Kilgore:
Except for one thing.

Bill Longley:
What?

[pointing to Bill's gunbelt]

Reverend Kilgore:
That.

Reverend Kilgore:
I'll pray for God to ride with you.

Bill Longley:
I'll be very happy to have his company, but I think I'll ride the back trails just the same.

[Phillips slaps Longley on both cheeks]

Bill Longley:
I follow the teachings of the man who said, "Love they neighbor". He's also the man who ran the moneychangers out of the temple with his own hands - and this seems like a good example.

[Bill slugs Phillips]

Bill Longley:
I'm curious, Mr. Anderson. Why do they shoot ministers in Phillipsburg?

Katy Clayton:
Because the men in this town got chicken soup in their veins instead of blood.

Bill Longley:
You saw what happened in the Oriental Palace last night, yet you didn't do anything about it. Why?

Judge Hawks:
I'm the judge here, not the sheriff. I don't go to work till after there's been a shootin'.

Bill Longley:
Ohh. Well, who's the sheriff?

Judge Hawks:
At the moment the position is vacant.

Bill Longley:
Just in case somebody's outside waiting for us, you go first.

[Bill shoves Phillips out the door]

Pete Phillips:
Don't shoot! Don't...

[the crack of a rifle shot is heard]

Bill Longley:
Well, Judge, you can go to work now. I think there's been a shootin'.

Bill Longley:
Well, we can raise a thousand at least. Maybe we can get the rest.

Anderson:
But where? Unless the Lord will provide, we're beat.

Bill Longley:
Well, we have to have faith.

Katy Clayton:
It isn't faith we need; it's money.

Judge Hawks:
I thought you were Reverend Kilgore.

Bill Longley:
Appearances are deceiving. I thought you were an honest man.

[the shot fired at Reverend Kilgore strikes the Bible in his vest pocket]

Reverend Kilgore:
The bullet went all the way from Genesis to Proverbs... Chapter 29, the second verse.

Bill Longley:
All I can say is the Lord provided a special shield for you, Reverend.

[reading the Bible passage under the bullet]

Reverend Kilgore:
"When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice."

[last lines]

Sheriff Bob Gleason:
You cut off here, you can hit the Cheyenne Trail.

Bill Longley:
Thanks, Oh, Sheriff... ah, I'm sorry we had to meet like this.

Sheriff Bob Gleason:
Longley, we have a saying down this way... It doesn't matter how bogged down the trail gets as long as man finds his way home.

Bill Longley:
Thanks.

Jake Romer:
I play within the law.

Bill Longley:
The law isn't always justice, Mr. Romer.

Bill Longley:
I had a lot of respect for Marshal Jim Caldwell, one of the best in the business.

Jim Caldwell:
I'm not in that business anymore.

Bill Longley:
Yeah? Since when?

Jim Caldwell:
Since the days when they gave me this.

[shows Longley a gold badge]

Jim Caldwell:
Twenty years a lawman and I wound up with a medal, a few handshakes and a bunch of memories.

Sheriff Brown:
Known Caldwell long?

Bill Longley:
Long enough.

Sheriff Brown:
He's a cattle buyer?

Bill Longley:
He was.

Sheriff Brown:
What's he now?

Bill Longley:
A has-been that's tryin' to find out where he's goin'.

Sheriff Brown:
I'm not naturally nosy. You see, eleven months out of the year, this is a nice quiet place to live. Then longhorns come in for market and shipment and this town becomes a mess of sharp strangers, fast money and faster guns. That's when my nose picks up and asks questions.

Jim Caldwell:
[to Sheriff Brown] This is my play. Romer deserves to die - you don't, so stay out!

Bill Longley:
Caldwell, the marshal's not exactly goin' it alone. He's got a piece of metal backin' him up... No, it's not gun metal; it's a lot more powerful than a gun. I'm talkin' about that badge he's wearin'.

Jim Caldwell:
Well, he busted me again. I'll pay you back as soon as I can.

Bill Longley:
General Delivery, San Antoine. You're not as busted as you could be... you almost murdered a man tonight.

[Marshal Pennock enters Kate's restaurant]

Kate Mulvaney:
Speak of the devil - and that's an insult to Satan.

[Bill asks Kate for a list of town ordinances]

Bill Longley:
If he's going to throw the book at me, maybe I'd better read it first.

Ruth Avery:
Looks like we're always making trouble for you.

Bill Longley:
I've been told I make plenty for myself.

Marshal Bart Pennock:
[to Kate] You're going to give that badge to a stranger?

Bill Longley:
The way I understand it, for a man to be a stranger, he doesn't have any friends.

Bill Longley:
Do you know what a marshal is, Kate? It's the whole town standing in one pair of boots.

[to Dell who shot the man trying to bushwhack him]

Bill Longley:
There were two of them... and two of us.

[first lines]

Joseph Varga:
Come on, folks, take your pick - stiff dress shirts, neckties, overalls, mouth organ, violin, screwdriver, toothbrush, shoe polish. What about salt?

Joseph Varga:
Can I interest you in something, mister?

Wade Clinton:
This junk? The only thing I might be interested in is the woman.

Joseph Varga:
She's my wife.

Wade Clinton:
It's all right, I won't hold that against her. She for sale?

Wade Clinton:
He was callin' me names. I was just teachin' him a lesson.

Bill Longley:
All right, teacher, school's closed.

Mr. Webb:
Come over to my place and rest a little.

Joseph Varga:
No thanks, we go.

Mr. Webb:
But why?

Joseph Varga:
Because they have guns and I have only feet.

Wade Clinton:
You the law, Texan?

Bill Longley:
When a man sees is friend murdered in cold blood, that makes him want to do something about it. I guess that's where laws come from.

[Longley shoots one of the murderers and Varga identifies the other three perpetrators]

Drake:
Thank you, Mr. Longley.

Bill Longley:
Don't thank me; he saved your town.

Joseph Varga:
After all, it's my town, too.

Sheriff:
All right, suppose you tell me why anyone would go to all that trouble just to get run out of town?

Bill Longley:
I don't know, but I'll tell you this - I'm not going to stop until I find out.

Sheriff:
[to Ludwig] He done any more damage?

Ludwig:
Not even a broken glass.

Sheriff:
[to Longley] All right, since you didn't come here today lookin' for trouble, I'll give you a chance to go look for yourself.

Sheriff Winters:
I'm sorry I inconvenienced you, Mr. Longley.

Bill Longley:
That's all right. I'll make up for it when I catch up with my gallant matched friend.

Ed Martin:
You just bring him back here. I want five minutes alone.

Bill Longley:
I get the first five minutes - after that it won't matter.

Warren Masters:
I said, you've got to trust me!

Mary Lou Martin:
How can I trust you? Using another man's name, hiding behind his reputation, taking advantage of his friends - what kind of man are you?

Warren Masters:
I-I don't rightly know.

Mary Lou Martin:
Well, you'd best find out - and don't come back until you do!

Bill Longley:
I understand there was a killing in here. The man who did it called himself Bill Longley.

Juan Auza:
Si, senor, but it was not his fault. He is your brother?

Bill Longley:
No, the resemblance is only skin deep - no relative.

Jebb Kilmer:
I lie for you, I get you out of jail, give you more money than you'll ever see to do a simple job - you bellyache. What kind of man are you?

Warren Masters:
I've been asked that question before and I didn't know the answer.

Jebb Kilmer:
Well, you better find out. If you need any help, take out that two thousand and look at it and remember you got it to rile Longley to come after you!

Jebb Kilmer:
[to Longley] Don't even breathe or it will be your last breath.

Jebb Kilmer:
You remember me.

Bill Longley:
Yeah, I remember you. You used to hide behind marked cards; now it's hired guns.

Jebb Kilmer:
He's just the bait; they're insurance. When the time comes, I'll do the job myself.

[last lines]

Minister:
I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Bill Longley:
[to Masters] Kiss the bride.

Bill Longley:
You ridin' on soon, Brazos?

Brazos Kid:
Well, there's only one thing stoppin' me from doin' just that. Her name's Annie.

Bill Longley:
And how long do you think she'll keep you here?

Brazos Kid:
I reckon I could ask you the same question, Bill. I think it's pretty clear we fell the same way about her.

Bill Longley:
Jealous, Brazos?

Brazos Kid:
No, not tonight. I'm going to ask Anne to marry me. Let's see you top that play, Bill!

[Bill has just arrested Craven for shooting his deputy]

Poker Alice:
Take him over to my place. We'll get a doctor.

Bill Longley:
He'll do better somewhere else. Take him to Sheriff Tobin's.

Poker Alice:
Craven was on his own, Bill! You must know that.

Bill Longley:
Yeah. He'll hang on his own, too.

Wild Jack Tobin:
El Sombro has run the whole border, including Rio Nada, and yet nobody knows who he is.

Bill Longley:
Well, closing Rio Nada has pinched him where it hurt. It'll force him to a showdown and I've got a hunch that it will be soon.

Anne Banner:
And that'll be the end of your job here, Bill?

Bill Longley:
My job ends when the people of this town stand up to El Sombro and his kind.

[first lines]

[Bill leaves his horse at the livery stable]

Bill Longley:
I'll be after him in the morning - early.

Wild Jack Hastings:
That'll cost you a dollar, Mr. Longley.

Bill Longley:
Aren't you Jack Hastings - Wild Jack Hastings?

Wild Jack Hastings:
I used to be. Now I...

Bill Longley:
You're lucky.

[gesturing with an arm whose hand has been amputated]

Wild Jack Hastings:
You got a funny way of lookin' at things, Mr. Longley. Ned Buntline, he once wrote a dime novel about me. Now I - now I sweep out stables to keep from starvin'.

Bill Longley:
He wrote about Hickok - Bill's dead. So's King Fisher, Ben Thompson, Sam Bass - they're all gone. I still say you're lucky.

Johnny Kaler:
What's it take to make you fight, Mr. Longley?

Bill Longley:
A man.

Bill Longley:
Look, mister, I don't know you; you don't know me. Now let's leave it that way.

[Longley is exonerated when the judge rules Crawford's death was justifiable homicide]

Bill Longley:
Thank you, Judge. I'll buy you a drink.

Judge Whittaker:
No, I'll buy you one. After you hear the rest of it, you're going to need one. According to the criminal code of the state of Montana - and they ought to do something about it - a man who kills another man in a fair fight must assume the debts and responsibilities of the loser. That includes taking care of the wife and all children until such time as the widow remarries.

Bill Longley:
That's a law?

Judge Whittaker:
Read the bad news for yourself.

Judge Whittaker:
Well, go ahead, but break it to her gently.

Bill Longley:
Mrs. Crawford, I, uh... You're the prettiest widow I've ever seen.

Judge Whittaker:
Since Mr. Longley is responsible for the demise of your husband, he's got to support you and yours until such time as you get married again.

[Iris looks at Bill more closely]

Iris Crawford:
Well, now... My... He'll do.

Bill Longley:
Well, look, I got a wanderlust. I have to see what's on the other side of the hill... and you're not going to change my plans!

Iris Crawford:
I got some plans, too, and they sorta include you.

Iris Crawford:
I'm the kind of woman who wants the best man there is and who knows it when she sees him. Like you said, I'm a good-lookin' woman and the longer you're here, the better I'm going to look - especially with winter comin' on.

Bill Longley:
What's that got to do with it?

Iris Crawford:
During the winter we get snowed in, sometimes you can't leave the house for weeks.

[Bill walks into a saloon where Jake Bricker is fighting four cowhands]

Bill Longley:
You married?

Jake Bricker:
No.

Bill Longley:
I'm on your side!