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Hondo (1953) Poster

(1953)

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Hondo Lane: That dog don't take to pettin', son.

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Hondo Lane: A man oughta do what he thinks is right.

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Hondo Lane: Everybody gets dead. It was his turn.

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Hondo Lane: Destarti. You remind me of her some.

Angie Lowe: Of an Indian girl? Was she fair?

Hondo Lane: Her hair was black as ten feet down. Did you ever see a crow's wing, how black and gleaming it is?

Angie Lowe: Yes.

Hondo Lane: That's the way her hair shined. I'd like to pay you for that rope. Ridin' dispatch, I have the right to give you a script.

Angie Lowe: You loved her?

Hondo Lane: I don't know. I needed her.

Angie Lowe: But if she was dark and I'm fair...

Hondo Lane: Why you reminded me of her?

Angie Lowe: Yes

Hondo Lane: I don't know. I've thought about it. You don't look anything like her.

Angie Lowe: I am fully aware that I am a homely woman, Mr. Lane.

Hondo Lane: I didn't mean that. I got a bad habit of tellin' the truth, but being pretty isn't much. I know a lot of pretty people I wouldn't trust with a busted nickle-plated watch. But some others, somethin' comes outa the inside of 'em and you know you can trust 'em. Destarti had that. And you've got it too.

[he kisses her]

Angie Lowe: I'm a married woman.

Hondo Lane: I thought about that, too. I guess I kissed you because you remind me of Destarti. Or maybe it's because I hate to think of your hair hangin' from the center pole of an Apache wickiup. But a long time ago, I made me a rule. I let people do what they want to do.

Angie Lowe: You're a strange man, Mr. Lane.

Hondo Lane: I don't know about that. Bye, Mrs. Lowe.

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Angie Lowe: Anyway, I don't believe a dog can smell Indians. I mean, as different from anyone else. You and me, for instance.

Hondo Lane: Well they can. As a matter of fact, Indians can smell white people.

Angie Lowe: I don't believe it.

Hondo Lane: Well it's true. I'm part Indian and I can smell you when I'm downwind of you.

Angie Lowe: That's impossible.

Hondo Lane: No, it isn't impossible, Mrs. Lowe. You baked today. I can smell fresh bread on you. Sometime today, you cooked with salt pork. Smell that on you, too. You smell all over like soap: you took a bath. And, on top of that, you smell all over like a woman. I could find you in the dark, Mrs. Lowe, and I'm only part Indian.

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Hondo Lane: Mrs. Lowe, you're a liar. And an almighty poor liar.

Angie Lowe: I don't understand.

Hondo Lane: These horses haven't been shod in a couple of months. It's a cinch that ax hasn't had an edge on it in two months. And your tea can - a five-pound tea can in your house - is empty. Your husband's been gone a long time.

Angie Lowe: Now look here, Mr. Lane, I don't think you have any right to talk...

Hondo Lane: I'm not talkin' about rights, I'm talkin' about lies. Why'd you lie to me, Mrs Lowe? Were you afraid that maybe you wouldn't be safe here with me with your husband away? That it?

Angie Lowe: That's partly it.

Hondo Lane: Women always figure every man comes along wants 'em.

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Hondo Lane: Before I go, I wanna explain somethin'.

Angie Lowe: Yes?

Hondo Lane: It didn't happen in the low way you heard it. I didn't bushwack him

Angie Lowe: I never for a moment thought you did, but you've killed him.

Hondo Lane: I didn't have any choice. He cut loose at me.

Angie Lowe: I should have known that. I should have known you were lying to make me think well of you. Poor Ed. I guess he wasn't the sort of man to die well. Sorry now I hated him so much. I guess he couldn't help being weak and selfish.

Hondo Lane: I just didn't have any choice.

Angie Lowe: I know that.

Hondo Lane: Are you going to feel differently about me?

Angie Lowe: No one has any control over the way they feel. I'm never going to change the way I feel about you. But, well what about him?

Hondo Lane: Yeah. I guess there's some things that just can't... He's gonna be a good man. Good spread to his shoulders. Head works, too. The other night after you went to sleep, he crawled up into my bunk and put his arms around my neck. Made me feel kind of funny, like he was dependent on me. A lot of things I'd rather do than this.

Angie Lowe: You're going to tell him?

Hondo Lane: If I don't, somebody else will. And I got a belly full of lies.

Angie Lowe: No! Your ranch in California: it's too far for gossip to travel. You and your silly ideals. You think truth is the most important thing.

Hondo Lane: It's the measure of a man.

Angie Lowe: Well, not for a woman. A man can afford to have noble sentiments and poses, but a woman only has the man she married. That's her truth. And if he's no good, that's still her truth. I married a man who was a liar, a thief and a coward. He was a drunkard and unfaithful. He only married me to get this ranch and then he deserted Johnny and me for good. And that's your fine truth for you. Could I bring Johnny up on that?

Hondo Lane: Well, I guess you couldn't.

Angie Lowe: And then you come along and you're good and fine and everything that Ed could never hope to be. And now in your vanity, you want to spoil Johnny's chances and mine.

[she starts to cry]

Hondo Lane: Varlabania.

Angie Lowe: What?

Hondo Lane: When the Indians finish up their squaw-seekin' ceremony, they only say one thing: "Varlabania." It means "forever." Forever.

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Hondo Lane: How is he?

Buffalo Baker: He'll make out. Don't know much. Led us into an ambush. But I ain't ashamed of him nohow. Bullet holes are in the front of him.

Hondo Lane: All those youngsters from the Point are like that.

Buffalo Baker: Well, they gotta learn.

Hondo Lane: Partly they learn, partly they die. But I gotta float my stick same as you, I never saw one of 'em I had to be ashamed of.

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Vittorio: You are Apache. Now, hear me. Pony soldiers are near. Soon will be ford-remembered fight. They will come here first. You will not go with them, white man.

Hondo Lane: I will not.

Vittorio: Leader of pony soldiers will question you. You will say you see Apache trailing to the west.

Hondo Lane: [refusing to comply with the additional instruction] This I will not do.

Vittorio: You will not?

Hondo Lane: I will not.

Vittorio: [to Mrs. Lowe] You have good man. Treasure him.

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Angie Lowe: I love you. I suppose I shouldn't have said that with my husband dead so short a time.

Hondo Lane: I don't guess people's hearts got anything to do with a calendar.

Angie Lowe: You were so wonderful, refusing to lie for Vittorio.

Hondo Lane: Oh, he was testing me. Indians hate lies. And I guess I got to feelin' the same way, but once in awhile a fella's got to lie if it'll make it easier on someone else.

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