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: Guns aren't going to be my boy's life! Joey
: Why do you always have to spoil everything? Shane
: A gun is a tool, Marian; no better or no worse than any other tool: an axe, a shovel or anything. A gun is as good or as bad as the man using it. Remember that. Marian Starrett
: We'd all be much better off if there wasn't a single gun left in this valley - including yours.
: Somebody's comin', Pa! Joe Starrett
: Well, let him come.
: You were watchin' me down it for quite a spell, weren't you? Joey
: Yes I was. Shane
: You know, I... I like a man who watches things go on around. It means he'll make his mark someday.
: Was that him? Was that Wilson? Shane
: That was him. That was Wilson, all right, and he was fast, fast on the draw.
: Shane. Shane! Come back! Bye, Shane.
: I bet it stings like anything!
: I just love Shane!
: Pa's got things for you to do. And Mother wants you. I know she does!
: Could you whip him, Pa? Could you whip Shane? Joe Starrett
: Don't you ask nothin' but questions? Joey
: But could you? Joe Starrett
: Ooh, maybe. But there's no call for that, Joey. Shane's on our side.
: I gotta be going on. Joey
: Why, Shane? Shane
: A man has to be what he is, Joey. Can't break the mould. I tried it and it didn't work for me. Joey
: We want you, Shane. Shane
: Joey, there's no living with... with a killing. There's no going back from one. Right or wrong, it's a brand. A brand sticks. There's no going back. Now you run on home to your mother, and tell her... tell her everything's all right. And there aren't any more guns in the valley. Joey
[Joey notices that Shane is wounded
: It's bloody! You're hurt! Shane
: [Shane starts to stroke Joey's hair
] I'm all right, Joey. You go home to your mother and father and grow up to be strong and straight. And, Joey... take care of them, both of them. Joey
: Yes, Shane.
[Shane rides off
: I know one thing, the only way they're gonna get me outta here is in a pine box. Joey
: What do you mean, Pa? Joe Starrett
: Well, I mean son, they'll have to shoot me and carry me out. Marian Starrett
: Joe, I wish you wouldn't talk like that. Joe Starrett
: Well, that's the truth! You love this place. We've got our roots down.
: I wish they'd give me some bullets for this gun.
: That's one thing a married man has got to get used to, is waitin' for women. Joey
: Hurry up, Ma!
: Goodnight, Ma. Marian Starrett
: Goodnight, Joey. Joey
: Goodnight, Pa. Joe Starrett
: Goodnight, son. Joey
: Goodnight Shane!
: Shane, what's the 'devil incarnate' mean? Shane
: Where'd you hear that? Joey Starett
: Billy Klinkeninck says his father says Rufe Ryler is the devil incarnate. Shane
: Well, that's a little strong. We've got our troubles with Rufe Ryker, but he's just a man. Joey Starett
: Betty Jo Rotter says Rufe Ryker steals babies and eats them. I know, Betty Jo Rotter's stupid. Shane
: All I want you to do is be polite to him when he gets here. Joey Starett
] To Rufe Ryker?
: [Watching Ryker through the bunkhouse window
] Look, here he comes! He's all dressed up. Looks like he's going courtin'! Shane
: [Cuts himself shaving
] Ow! Cut myself!
: Grandpa, is Shane mad about something? Shane
: Mad? Why should I be mad? Tom Starett
: I dunno. Why don't you tell us? Shane
: Oh, it just doesn't make any sense! Tom Starett
: What doesn't make sense? Shane
: Nothing! Everything. Women.
: [Looking at the rabbit Joey pulled from a trap
] I'll admit he's cute and all that. Joey Starett
: I named him. Tom Starett
: You did? Joey Starett
: I named him Leslie on account of us not knowing whether he's a boy or girl. That works for both. Tom Starett
: Yeah. Well, y'know, it's not right to keep a wild thing for a pet. Joey Starett
: But it's all right to eat him, huh?... Tom Starett
] Let him go, Joey.
: We goin' home? Tom Starett
: About the only place left to go, isn't it?
: Well, a fight has a way of findin' you out, Joey. Joey Starett
: Really? Shane
: Always. There's only two things you can do. You can get ready for a fight, or figure out some way to stop it before it starts.
: I wish I was your age, so I'd know everything. Shane
: I wish I was your age. Joey Starett
: How come? Shane
: So there'd be a teacher I could go to. Somebody who'd straighten everybody out.
: Shane, will you bring me a soda pop back? Marian Starrett
: No he will not. Shane
: No. I will not, Joey.
: Joey, eat your food. Joey Starett
: Every time you don't want to tell me something, you say, 'eat your food.' Pretty soon I'll be the fattest, dumbest kid in Wyoming!
: Mom says that Mr. Ryker and the cowboys hate us just because we're different. She says hating for that kind of reason is the worst thing a man can do. Shane
: Well, it's bad, Joey. But there's worse things. Like when a man hates for money. When he gets paid to hate. When he puts money in his pocket with one hand and shells in his gun with the other.