The Desperadoes (1943)
Jack Lester: Cheyenne, you ain't serious, are you? Killin' me don't make sense.
Nitro Rankin: [sarcasticly] It never does to the fella that's getting killed.
Deputy Blackie: [referring to the gallows being built for Nitro and Cheyenne] Only twelve hours until you boys get some exercise... walking on air.
Nitro Rankin: You ought to knock before coming in here, Countess. Suppose I was taking a bath or something?
The Countess: If I ever hear of you taking a bath, I'll start knocking.
The Countess: Nitro, did you ever want to live your life over again?
Nitro Rankin: Me? No, I couldn't stand the excitement twice in a row.
Uncle Willie McLeod: [toasting] Here's to green pastures and no fences!
Uncle Willie McLeod: Three men murdered in cold blood! What's the sense to it?
Jack Lester: We was robbin' a bank!
Uncle Willie McLeod: I'm a lot older than you, Jack. In my time, I've seen a lot of men with itchy trigger fingers like you - and they're all in Boot Hill with dirt in their face. Somebody cured them of that itch.
Jack Lester: Would you like a couple of holes in that big fat belly of yours?
Uncle Willie McLeod: [leaving] You're holdin' up the U.S. mail, and that's a federal offense.
The Sheriff: Are you sure you can't remember anything about him, Allison?
Allison McLeod: Yes, Steve. The way I remember him, he couldn't come out last in a gunfight. He seems awful quick, Steve.
The Sheriff: Did you ever see how fast I can duck?
Judge Cameron: Why, I aim to give Red Valley a couple hangings that they'll be proud of in days to come!
Nitro Rankin: Come on, let's go!
Allison McLeod: Well, why? What's the hurry? We're not in any hurry.
Nitro Rankin: Oh, yes, we are. I just robbed a bank!
Judge Cameron: ...Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. Well, gents, there's twelve of you, and it takes twelve to make a jury. Now we got two men here to hang. But we are going to do it by the law. Hank, you be foreman.
Hank: Huh? Oh, all right, judge.
Judge Cameron: Lift your right hand. Do you solemnly swar to put the law on them bank robbers, so help ya?
Hank: I do.
Judge Cameron: That's the stuff, Hank! Now wait a minute, we got to have a little evidence... but very little!
Cheyenne Rogers: I was just goin' down to look at my horse.
Uncle Willie McLeod: Steve was in to see his horse a little while ago.
Uncle Willie McLeod: [laughs] Seems like there thee ain't nuthin' more lonesome than a lonesome horse.
Uncle Willie McLeod: [Uncle Willie laughs again] Except maybe a lonesome man.
Uncle Willie McLeod: A man don't need to be if the saloon's open.
Uncle Willie McLeod: A man can't do much when he gets old except save his money.
The Sheriff: [leaving with Cheyenne as Willie sits on front porch] Good night, Uncle Willie.
Uncle Willie McLeod: Through with your courtin', boys?
The Sheriff: For tonight... yeah.
Uncle Willie McLeod: [philisophically] Ah, havin' a daughter's a real trial. Man with a son can get all the sleep he needs, but with a daughter you can't close your eyes 'til everyone's gone home.
Uncle Willie McLeod: [referring to Cheyenne] Real bang-up outlaw they say... dangerous afoot, on a horse, or layin' on his back. Wouldn't think so quiet-spoken a fellas as him is bad would yuh?
Allison McLeod: They say he's a good badman.
Uncle Willie McLeod: There ain't no such thing. A bad man's bad for himself and for everybody else.