Bad Day at Black Rock1955

Smith:
You don't know anything about Komoko, now do you, Tim?

Sheriff:
I do not. That's the point.

Smith:
The point is, what you don't know won't hurt you.

Sheriff:
Maybe there's something that I ought to know. Maybe there's something that I ought to ask you before the stranger comes back here and starts breathing down my neck.

Smith:
Tim! You're just a lost ball in the high weeds. I told you a long time ago, nothing happened for you to worry about.

Sheriff:
Thing is, I do worry. Maybe I ain't much else, but I'm sure a worrier. And I'm still the law.

Smith:
Then do your job, Tim.

Sheriff:
What is my job, Mr. Smith? Maybe I'd better find out before Macreedy does it for me.

Smith:
Macreedy'll do nothing - and neither will you, Tim.

Sheriff:
Suppose I decide to try?

Smith:
That might be dangerous. Tim, you got the body of a hippo but the brain of a rabbit. Now don't overtax it.

Sheriff:
[He lowers his eyes and looks away] Yes, Mr. Smith.