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Cole Thornton (Character)
from El Dorado (1967)

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El Dorado (1967)
[Cole Thornton is turning down Bart Jason]
Bart Jason: Since when did hired guns get choosy? You're paid to take...
Cole: I'm paid to risk my neck. I'll decide where and when I'll do it. This isn't it.
Bart Jason: Ya know, Thornton, I got an idea you just don't want to go up against Sheriff J.P. Harrah.
Cole: You know, you're just about right?
Bart Jason: You think he's that good?
Cole: I tell ya he's that good.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: What the hell are you doin' here?
Cole: I'm lookin' at a tin star with a... drunk pinned on it.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: He went out that door!
Cole: Well you oughta know! You missed him!

Milt: You've got a lot of faith in me, don't ya, Nelse?
Nelse McLeod: Faith can move mountains, Milt. But it can't beat a faster draw. There's only three men I know with his kind of speed. One's dead. The other's me. And the third is Cole Thornton.
Cole: There's a fourth.
Nelse McLeod: Which one are you?
Cole: I'm Thornton.
[Milt withdraws]
Nelse McLeod: Aren't you glad you didn't try, Milt? Pick up your guns, both of you, real easy.
Cole: Like he said, real easy.

Cole: Next time you shoot somebody, don't go near 'em till you're... sure they're dead!

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Well, wait a minute, wait, wait for me!
Cole: Why?

Nelse McLeod: Can you use a gun?
Mississippi: Well, if I could I'd be using one. Good evening.
Cole: Just minute, Mississippi.
Mississippi: Would you mind telling me why you have such a great passion for my company?

Cole: Did you get him?
Mississippi: Who?
Cole: The fella that ran outta the church!
Mississippi: Well, yes and no.
Cole: Yes and no? Did you or didn't you?
Mississippi: I hit the sign, and the sign hit him.
Cole: Well, that's great.
Mississippi: He was limping when he left!
Cole: He was limping when he got here!

Mississippi: Always liked that poem too. Makes me wanna...
Cole: Ride, boldly ride? Well it don't work out that way.
Mississippi: I'm learnin' that.

Mississippi: [examining J.P.'s leg after he's been shot] I gotta cut this pant leg.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Well, go ahead and cut it! Have you got a kni...
[Mississippi pulls out his knife from its hiding place on his back]
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: A knife? Uh, I suppose I've asked this before, but just who?
[looks at Cole instead]
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Who is he?
Cole: Tell him your name, Mississippi.
Mississippi: [sighs and looks up] Alan Bourdillion Trehearne.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Well, no wonder he carries a knife.

Mississippi: Are you bein' fair?
Cole: How?
Mississippi: Lettin' him go in there?
Cole: Well I'd hate to be the one to try and stop him. They laughed at him, Mississippi. That'll make the difference.

Mississippi: Well, we are we headed?
Cole: To see a girl.
Mississippi: To see a *girl*?
Cole: Yes, a girl! Don't you think I could know a girl?

Mississippi: Always make you mad, don't I?
Cole: Mostly.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Up until now I thought you had good taste.
Cole: Yeah, and up until now I thought you had good taste.

Cole: Now just a minute, son.
Mississippi: I... AM NOT... YOUR SON. My name is Alan Bourdillion Traherne.
Cole: ...Lord Almighty...
Mississippi: Yeah.

Cole: Don't you know better than to follow a man that way?
Mississippi: Sorry... I didn't know there was another way.

Mississippi: I'm tryin' to thank you.
Cole: I'm hungry!

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: You thought it was pretty funny, too, didn't you. Well, why aren't you laughing now? Let me hear you laugh!
[hits Jason with his rifle]
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: I don't know who you think you are,Jason, but I...
Cole: J.P.!
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: No. You're right, Cole. You're a lucky man, Jason, 'cause I wanted to kill you bad!

Bart Jason: [Thornton is trying to distract McLeod outside of Jason's saloon] Didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Thornton.
Cole: Hello, McLeod.
Bart Jason: I said...
Nelse McLeod: My show, Jason. Hi, Thornton.
Cole: There's a little question... unanswered between us.
Nelse McLeod: Which one of us is best?
Cole: That's right.
Nelse McLeod: I don't think we're gonna find out the answer to that question.
Cole: No?
Nelse McLeod: No. Your gun hand's no good.
Cole: You just give me time to get down off of this wagon and we'll find out.
Nelse McLeod: Why should I give you any time?
Cole: Call it professional courtesy.
Bart Jason: Don't listen to him. Why should you give him time?
Nelse McLeod: Curiosity, Jason.
Cole: [Bull blows his bugle, and when McLeod around, Thornton dives of the wagon and mortally wounds McLeod with a hidden gun] McLeod?
Nelse McLeod: You didn't give me any chance at all, did you?
Cole: No, I didn't. You're too good to give a chance to.
Nelse McLeod: Yeah. I let a one-armed man take me.

Bull Harris: [about Cole and Mississippi going on patrol] If you're gonna do that, here's a couple of badges.
[gives them to Cole and Mississippi]
Bull Harris: Now, raise your right hand.
[they do as told]
Bull Harris: I forgot the words, but you better say 'I do'!
Cole, Mississippi: I do!
Bull Harris: Now you're deputies!
Mississippi: You suppose these will do any good if somebody takes a shot at us?
Bull Harris: Give them a good mark to shoot at.

Cole: Either one of ya know a fast way to sober a man up?
Bull Harris: A bunch of howlin' indians out for hair'll do it quicker'n anything I know.

Cole: Last time you took the front door and I took the back, this time we'll do'er the other way around.

Mississippi: [while mixing some hangover cure] Let's see. We got ipecac and mustard and cayenne. That leaves us asafetida.
Cole: Are you sure that Johnny Diamond wasn't an embalmer?

Bull Harris: [while mixing the hangover cure] Here's your gunpowder.
Cole: *Gunpowder?*
Bull Harris: Yup. Mississippi remembered it on the way to the store.
Mississippi: Put it in, Bull.
Bull Harris: All of it?
Mississippi: Uh-huh, all of it.
Cole: I hope you don't... blow him up!

Cole: You left a boy out there to do a man's job!

Kevin MacDonald: [after Cole has brought his son's body back home] I guess you're telling the truth; you wouldnta' come down here if you wasn't. I'm obliged to you for that.
Cole: It don't help much.

Mississippi: Well, I found out one thing.
Cole: What's that?
Mississippi: You know a girl.

Kevin MacDonald: Are you backin' him up, Thornton?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: No he isn't.
Cole: Let's just say I'm on your side, and this is no job for amateurs.

Cole: What was the idea of diving under those horses?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Diving under those horses?
Mississippi: Yeah. A man can't shoot good when his horse is jumping, and a horse will not step on a man.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: He won't?
Mississippi: He will?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Alan Bourdillion Ter-who?
Cole: Terhane.
Mississippi: Trahearne!
Cole: [with Hara] Trahearne.
Mississippi: Yeah.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: [massaging his chin] Did we have a... fight... or somethin'?
Cole: [massaging his right hand and nodding] Or somethin'.

Cole: The girl was right; they're still up there.
Bull Harris: Sure are... hit me right in the bugle!

Cole: [after the gunfight in the church] Where'd you come from?
Bull Harris: I heard a noise!

Nelse McLeod: There's only three men I know of with his kind of speed. One of 'em's dead; one of em's me; and the other is Cole Thornton.
Cole: There's a fourth.
Nelse McLeod: Which one are you?
Cole: I'm Thornton.

Nelse McLeod: [refering to Harrah] You think he's that good?
Cole: Good ? Why he's...
Nelse McLeod: The fourth man you were talking about.

Mississippi: [about Joey] She was really gonna shoot that fella.
Cole: She shot me.
Mississippi: She shot... uh... 'n that somethin'...

Cole: Next time you shoot somebody, don't go near 'em till you're sure they're dead!

Cole: Step down off that horse.
Mississippi: You always giving people orders?

Bull Harris: [Cole gets ready to punch J.P] Cole! He won't feel it.
Cole: Well I owe him one.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Cole they laughed at me. Right in front of McLeod, they just laughed at me.
Cole: They've been laughing at you... for a couple of months. You just haven't being sober enough to hear it.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: You know something Cole, I think we'd better get ourselves a new girl.
Cole: Yeah.
Maudie: You'd better not.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Why not?
Maudie: I'm girl enough for both of you.

Cole: Sheriff, you... you alright?
[Sees J.P's face]
Cole: No you ain't.

Cole: Where is Mississippi?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Who is Mississippi?
Cole: Well that's the kid... fella that was around with us all night.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Where is he?
Cole: That's what I was asking Bull.
Bull Harris: Across the street at the stable. Saw someone pointing a gun after us.
Cole: He ought to know better than that.
Bull Harris: You want me to go after him?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Bull, you certainly ought to know better.
Bull Harris: The first time in two months I've felt like doing nothing for you, now you don't want me to do it.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Was there something wrong with that or is it just my hangover?
Bull Harris: You made better sense when you was drinking.

Cole: Aren't you gonna say anything?
Maudie: Would it do me any good to say it?
Cole: Say what?
Maudie: That this is crazy? No, I'm not gonna say anything. I'm just gonna go out and buy you a pine box.

Cole: What kept you?
Mississippi: I was talking to a girl. She said she saw...
Cole: A girl?
Mississippi: Don't you think I can know a girl?

Cole: You were pretty good in there. Like old times.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Man, don't tell me how good I was. I just got away with it because I had an hangover. I was too mad to be scared and too sick to worry about it. You know that.
Cole: I've been there.

Cole: When do you expect the United States Marshal?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Oh man, I don't remember the last time he was here.
Bull Harris: He was here. You gave him a big welcome. Flung a bottle at him.
Cole: An empty bottle?
Bull Harris: Yeah, he wasn't that far gone.

Cole: J.P, why don't you settle down?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: I just can't help it Cole. I've got the shakes so bad...
Cole: You've had 'em before.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Yeah, well not with a hole in my leg, and a bunch of unfriendly people hanging around outside just waiting for somebody to...
Cole: What do you wanna do? Quit?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: I guess you're supposed to take care of me.
Cole: Well, not that I couldn't do it Harrah but I don't think I'd like that.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: I'm glad to hear you say that. Not that I couldn't handle you but I don't think I'd like that either.

Cole: Pretty wise for a kid Maudie.
Maudie: I think you must be the only person who thinks of me as a kid, Cole.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Why are you here?
Cole: Waiting for a fella. Name's Nelse McLeod.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Oh, Nelse McLeod with the...
Cole: That one. Want some coffee?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: No I don't.
Cole: I met him down near the border. Said he wanted me to work with him on a job. Range war. But he said it'd be easy. All we had to worry about was a drunken sheriff. Are you sure you don't want some coffee?

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: It'll be a nice quiet town after you leave, Cole.
Cole: How do you know I'm leaving?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: We just don't need your kind around here.

Kevin MacDonald: What do you expect us to do?
Cole: Why don't you ask the sheriff?
Kevin MacDonald: The sheriff? Ya think I'm gonna wait on him?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Just give me an hour Macdonald. You can wait that long to die.

Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Did we have a fight or something?
Cole: Or something.

Doctor Donovan: You know these wounds were made by buckshot don't you?
Cole: I thought they were.
Doctor Donovan: Who was using a shotgun?
Cole: A certain young man...
Mississippi: I was using a shotgun, Doc.
Doctor Donovan: You. I thought you was on there side.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: He was.
Mississippi: I told you I was no good with a gun.
Bull Harris: Trouble is, Doc, Cole was in front of the gun. The safe place is behind Mississippi when he shoots that thing.