Nevada Smith1966

Jonas Cord:
[Max misses a plate Cord throws in the air] Go on home, boy. Take the shortcut.

Nevada Smith:
The sun was in my eyes and I wasn't expecting it!

Jonas Cord:
Do you expect a man's gonna hold still for you with the sun at your back, and give you warning so you can stand there and shoot at him?

Nevada Smith:
I can hit a rabbit at 80 yards with a rifle.

Jonas Cord:
A rabbit don't shoot back. And how you think you're gonna swing a rifle in a barroom.

Nevada Smith:
I never been *in* a barroom!

Jonas Cord:
Look, just to find them, you're gonna have to comb out every saloon, gambling hall, hog farm, and whore house between here and Mexico. What do you think you're after, three preachers? You gonna gun 'em down at 80 yards when they're coming out of a church social? You're hunting three men who steal because they're too damn lazy to work, and they kill because they love to, and they hide out like rats in the garbage. So if you're gonna get 'em, you're gonna have to eat, drink, and wallow in that garbage right with 'em, 'til you get so you think like 'em and smell like 'em.

Nevada Smith:
I'll do what I have to do.