The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford2007

Frank James:
You're not so special, Mr. Ford. You're just like any other tyro who's prinked himself up for an escapade, hoping to be a gunslinger like them nickel books are about. You may as well quench your mind of it, because you don't have the ingredients, son.

Robert Ford:
Well, I'm sorry to hear you feel that way, as I put such stock in your opinion. As for me being a gunslinger, I've just got this one granddaddy Paterson Colt and a borrowed belt to stick it in. But I also got an appetite for greater things. I hoped by joining up with you, it'd put me that much closer to getting them.

Frank James:
Well, what am I supposed to say to that?

Robert Ford:
Let me be your sidekick tonight.

Frank James:
Sidekick?

Robert Ford:
So you can examine my grit and intelligence.

Frank James:
I don't know what it is about you, but the more you talk, the more you give me the willies. Now I don't believe I want you anywhere within earshot this evening, okay? You understand?

Robert Ford:
Well, I'm sorry...

Frank James:
Why don't you just get, now? Scat!