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: That Chinamen is running them cheap shells on me again. LaBoeuf
: I thought you gonna say the sun was in your eyes. That is to say, your Eye!
: You give out very little sugar with your pronouncements. While I sat there watchin' I gave some thought to stealin' a kiss... though you are very young, and sick... and unattractive to boot. But now I have a mind to give you five or six good licks with my belt. Mattie Ross
: One would be just as unpleasant as the other
: I've just come from Yell County. Mattie Ross
: We have no rodeo clowns in Yell County. LaBoeuf
: A saucy line will not get you far with me.
: [LaBoeuf is whipping her
] Are you going to let him do this, Marshal? Rooster Cogburn
: [watches for a moment
] No, I don't believe I will. Put your switch away, LaBoeuf. LaBoeuf
: I aim to finish what I started! Rooster Cogburn
: It'll be the biggest mistake you ever made, you Texas brush-popper.
[aims gun at LaBoeuf
: You are getting ready to show your ignorance now, Cogburn. I don't mind a little personal chaffing but I won't hear anything against the Ranger troop from a man like you.L Rooster Cogburn
: How long have you boys been mounted on sheep down there? LaBoeuf
: My Appaloosa will be galloping when that big American stud of yours is winded and collapsed. Now make another joke about it. You are only trying to put on a show for this girl Mattie with what you must think is a keen tongue. Rooster Cogburn
: This is like women talking. LaBoeuf
: Yes, that is the way! Make me out foolish in this girl's eyes. Rooster Cogburn
: I think she has got you pretty well figured.
: [after singing for a long time
] That was "Johnny in the Low Ground." There are very few fiddle tunes I have not heard. Once heard they are locked in my mind forever. It is a sadness to me that I have sausage fingers that cannot crowd onto a fretboard... Little fat girls at a cotillion. "Soldier's Joy"!
: [to Mattie
] I don't believe he slept.
: [anxiously watching four men riding to kill Rooster Cogburn
] Shoot them, Mr. Laboeuf! LaBoeuf
: [aiming his rifle
] Too far. Movin' too fast.
: As I understand it, Chaney... or Chelmsford, as he called himshelf in Texas... shot the senator's dog. When the senator remonstrated, Chelmsford shot him as well. You could argue that the shooting of the dog was merely an instance of malum prohibitum, but the shooting of a senator is indubitably an instance of malum in se. Rooster Cogburn
: Malla-men what? Mattie Ross
: Malum in se. The distinction is between an act that is wrong in itself, and an act that is wrong only according to our laws and mores. It is Latin. Rooster Cogburn
: I am struck that LaBoeuf is shot, trampled, and nearly severs his tongue, and not only does not cease to talk, but spills the banks of English!
: [after missing a shot on a bottle he threw up in the air
] The chinaman is running them cheap shells on me again. LaBoeuf
: I thought you were going to say the sun was in your eyes. That is to say, your EYE.
: I am not accustomed to so large a fire. In Texas, we'll make do with a fire of little more than twigs... buffalo chips. Heat the night's ration of beans. And it is Ranger policy never to make your camp in the same place as your cook fire. Very imprudent to make your presence known in unsettled country.