Marian Starrett: 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.
Shane: So you're Jack Wilson.
Jack Wilson: What's that mean to you, Shane?
Shane: I've heard about you.
Jack Wilson: What have you heard, Shane?
Shane: I've heard that you're a low-down Yankee liar.
Jack Wilson: Prove it.
Joey: Shane. Shane! Come back! Bye, Shane.
Joey: Was that him? Was that Wilson?
Shane: That was him. That was Wilson, all right, and he was fast, fast on the draw.
[after Shane enters the bar and orders asks for a soda pop, Chris tries to bully him]
Chris Calloway: Well, what'll it be? Lemon, strawberry or lilac, sodbuster?
Shane: You speakin' to me?
Chris Calloway: I don't see nobody else standin' there.
[throws his drink on Shane]
Chris Calloway: Here, have some of this. Smell like a man.
Morgan Ryker: Don't it smell better in here, Grafton? Chris just fumigated a sodbuster.
Sam Grafton: Just take it easy.
Chris Calloway: I was just askin' about sody pop... pigs and taters and one thing and another.
Chris Calloway: Say, which one of them tater-pickers are you workin' for? Or are you just squattin' on the range?
Shane: Joe Starrett, if it's any of your business.
Chris Calloway: Supposin' I make it my business?
Shane: 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.
[after the meal that the Starretts share with Shane]
Shane: That was an elegant dinner, Mrs. Starrett.
Shane: Do you mind putting down that gun? Then I'll leave.
Joe Starrett: What difference does it make, you're leaving anyway?
Shane: I'd like it to be my idea.
Shane: 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 notices that Shane is wounded]
Joey: 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]
[Wilson is trying to goad Torrey into drawing on him]
Wilson: I guess they named a lot of that Southern trash after old Stonewall.
Frank 'Stonewall' Torrey: Who'd they name you after? Or do you know?
Wilson: I'm saying that Stonewall Jackson was trash himself. Him and Lee and all the rest of them rebs. You, too.
Frank 'Stonewall' Torrey: You're a low-down lyin' Yankee!
Wilson: Prove it.
Joey: Pa's got things for you to do. And Mother wants you. I know she does!
Joey: 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.
Joe Starrett: What Ryker has comin' isn't fit for a woman to see.
Rufus Ryker: [speaking of Joe Starrett] Tell him I'm a reasonable man. Tell him things have gone far enough. Tell him I'm beat. Tell him anything but, by Jupiter, get him here!
Joe Starrett: Looks like your friends are a little late. What are the Ryker boys up to this time?
[points a rifle at Shane]
Joe Starrett: That's what I said.
Shane: I wouldn't know a Ryker from your Jersey cow.
Joe Starrett: These old-timers, they just can't see it yet, but runnin' cattle on an open range just can't go on forever. It takes too much space for too little results. Those herds aren't any good, they're all horns and bone. Now, cattle that is bred for meat and fenced in and fed right - that's the thing. You gotta pick your spot, get your land, your own land. Now a homesteader, he can't run but a few beef. But he can sure grow grain and cut hay. And then what with his garden and the hogs and milk, well, he'll make out all right. We make out, don't we, Marion?
Marian Starrett: Of course.
Joe Starrett: Torrey was a pretty brave man, and I figure we'd be doin' wrong if we wasn't the same... We can have a regular settlement here, we can have a town and churches and a school... We've just got to, that's all... We can't give up this valley and we ain't gonna do it. This is farmin' country, a place where people can come and bring up their families. Who is Rufe Ryker or anyone else to run us away from our own homes? He only wants to grow his beef and what we want to grow up is families, to grow 'em good and grow 'em, grow 'em up strong, the way they was meant to be grown. God didn't make all this country just for one man like Ryker.
Fred Lewis: He's got it though and that's what counts.
Shane: ou know what he wants you to stay for? Something that means more to you than anything else - your families. Your wives and kids. Like you, Lewis, your girls; Shipstead with his boys. They've got a right to stay here and grow up and be happy. That's up to you people to have nerve enough to not give it up.
Marian Starrett: Isn't there anything I can say that'll change things?
Joe Starrett: Can't you see, honey, maybe this is the chance. Morgan and them boys went home
Marian Starrett: You don't really believe that. That's not the reason.
Joe Starrett: It's just too much for me to give up, this place and the valley. All the things that will be.
[Marian makes Joey leave]
Marian Starrett: It's just pride, that's all, a silly kind of pride! Don't I mean anything to you, Joe? Doesn't Joey?
Joe Starrett: Marion... Honey, it's because you mean so much to me that I've GOT to go. Do you think I could go on living with you and you thinking that I showed yella. Then, what about Joey? How do you think I'd ever explain that to him?
Marian Starrett: Oh Joe, Joe...
Joe Starrett: I've been thinkin' a lot and I know I'm kinda slow sometimes, Marion, but I see things. And I know that if... if anything happened to me that you'd be took care of, took care of better than I could do it myself. I never thought I'd live to hear myself say that, but I guess now's a pretty good time to lay things bare.
Marian Starrett: It's as though I'd be glad for you to go.
Joe Starrett: Honey, you're the most honest and the finest girl that ever lived and I couldn't do what I gotta do if I hadn't always knowed that I could trust ya.
[puts on his gun holster]
Joe Starrett: Now don't you go countin' me out. I wouldn't have lived as long as I have already if I wasn't pretty tough.
Marian Starrett: You're both out of your senses. This isn't worth a life, anybody's life. What are you fighting for? This shack, this little piece of ground, and nothing but work, work, work? I'm sick of it. I'm sick of trouble. Joe, let's move. Let's go on. Please!
Joe Starrett: Marion, don't say that. That ain't the truth. You love this place more than me.
Marian Starrett: Not anymore.
Joe Starrett: Even if that was the truth, it wouldn't change things.
Marian Starrett: You were through with gun-fighting?
Shane: I changed my mind.
Marian Starrett: [softly] Are you doing this just for me?
Shane: For you, Marion... for Joe, and little Joe.
Marian Starrett: Then we'll never see you again?
Shane: Never's a long time, ma'am.
[looks at Joe, who he knocked out]
Marian Starrett: Tell him... tell him I was sorry.
Shane: No need to tell him that.
Rufus Ryker: I don't want no trouble, Starrett. I came to inform ya. I got that beef contract for the reservation.
Joe Starrett: Did it take this many of you to tell me that?
Rufus Ryker: I mean business.
Joe Starrett: Then you tend to your own.
Rufus Ryker: That's just what I'm doing! I'm telling ya now, I'm gonna need all my range.
Joe Starrett: Now that you've warned me, would you mind gettin' off my place?
Rufus Ryker: Your place! You're gonna have to get out before the snow flies.
Joe Starrett: And supposin' I don't?
Rufus Ryker: You and the other squatters...
Joe Starrett: Homesteaders, you mean, don't you?
Rufus Ryker: I could blast you out of here right now, you and the others.
Joe Starrett: Now you listen to me, the time for gun-blastin' a man off his own place is past. Why, they're building a penitentiary right now...
Marian Starrett: Joe, that's enough.
Rufus Ryker: I got something I want to talk over with you, Starrett.
Joe Starrett: Any business you've got with me we can say it right here.
Rufus Ryker: I'll lay it on the barrel-head then. How'd you like to work for me?
Joe Starrett: I work for myself. I've done enough working for others.
Rufus Ryker: Wait till I tell ya: I'll pay ya top wages, more than you can make on this patch of ground.
Joe Starrett: Nope. I'm not interested.
Rufus Ryker: I haven't said it all. You can run your cattle with mine. What's more, I'll buy your homestead. You set a price you think is reasonable, you'll find me reasonable.
Joe Starrett: You've made things pretty hard for us, Ryker, and us in the right all the time.
Rufus Ryker: Right? You in the right? Look, Starrett, when I come to this country, you weren't much older than your boy there. We had rough times, me and other men that are mostly dead now. I got a bad shoulder yet from a Cheyenne arrowhead. We made this country. Found it and we made it. We fought with blood and empty bellies. The cattle we brought in were hazed off by Indians and rustlers. They don't bother you much anymore because we handled 'em. We made a safe range out of this. Some of us died doin' it but we made it. And then people move in who've never had to rawhide it through the old days. They fence off my range, and fence me off from water. Some of 'em like you plow ditches, take out irrigation water. And so the creek runs dry sometimes and I've got to move my stock because of it. And you say we have no right to the range. The men that did the work and ran the risks have no rights? I take you for a fair man, Starrett.
Joe Starrett: I'm not belittlin' what you and the others did. At the same time, you didn't find this country. There was trappers here and Indian traders long before you showed up and they tamed this country more than you did.
Rufus Ryker: They weren't ranchers.
Joe Starrett: You talk about rights. You think you've got the right to say that nobody else has got any. Well, that ain't the way the government looks at it.
Rufus Ryker: I didn't come to argue. I made you a fair proposition.
Joe Starrett: What about the others?
Rufus Ryker: Shane already knows he can work for me anytime.
Joe Starrett: The other homesteaders.
Rufus Ryker: Be reasonable! After all, there's only so many hands in a deck of cards.
Joe Starrett: Then I've got to say no.
Rufus Ryker: You don't give a man much choice do you, Starrett?
Shane: I came to get your offer, Ryker.
Rufus Ryker: I'm not dealing with you. Where's Starrett?
Shane: You're dealing with me, Ryker.
Rufus Ryker: I got no quarrel with you, Shane. You walk out now and no hard feelings.
Shane: What's your offer, Ryker?
Rufus Ryker: To you, not a thing!
Shane: That's too bad.
Rufus Ryker: Too bad?
Shane: Yeah, you've lived too long. Your kind of days are over.
Rufus Ryker: My days! What about yours, gunfighter?
Shane: The difference is I know it.
Rufus Ryker: All right. So we'll all turn in our six-guns to the bartender. We'll all start hoeing spuds. Is that it?
Shane: Not quite yet.