Border Feud (1947)
Sheriff Steele: You walked right into the trap I had baited for you, Cheyenne.
Cheyenne Davis: This isn't the first trap I've sprung or escaped from, Sheriff.
Sheriff Steele: This time you've reached the end of your rope.
[Cheyenne glances over shoulder]
Sheriff Steele: Don't expect any help from them. You're on your own.
Cheyenne Davis: Just because my men are ambushed doesn't mean I'll give up without a fight!
Sheriff Steele: I figured the Cheyenne Kid was smart enough to know when he was licked.
Cheyenne Davis: Not until I see what move you make, Sheriff.
Sheriff Steele: You asked for it!
[the camera pans to the checkerboard between the two men]
Sheriff Steele: Fuzzy Jones? That name is familiar.
Cheyenne Davis: I'm sure a lot of folks have heard of Fuzzy. He's a funny old codger - usually makes the wrong move at the right time - but he's a good lawman in spite of the confusion.
[while putting up a sign warning the feuding families to check their guns, Fuzzy smashes this thumb]
Jack Barton: I figured you'd wind up a casualty in that feud sooner or later.
[Barton grabs Cheyenne's phony wanted poster]
Jack Barton: I'll keep this.
Cheyenne Davis: Insuring your bet?
Jack Barton: I always figure the percentages.
Cheyenne Davis: You can afford to when you're bankin' the game.
[Fuzzy has locked Hart and Conlan in separate jail cells]
Fuzzy Q. Jones: Keepin' you two roosters separated oughta mean the feud will die a natural death... that is, unless looks can kill.