The Kentuckian (1955)
Little Eli Wakefield: How long now, Pa? How many more days?
Elias Wakefield: We ain't much more than started!
Little Eli Wakefield: But won't you tell me something more about Texas?
Elias Wakefield: Well, it's a place for the likes of us. No people there much, no neighbors to crowd ya, only wild game to see and to shoot at. And when you take a breathe, it's got a clean taste to it, like nobody ain't never used it before.
Elias Wakefield: It ain't we don't like people - we like room more. Room to stretch in, room to see and hunt... and where you set your foot no foot's been set before. That's what ails Kentucky now; a man can't hardly move without he nudges up agin' a neighbor.
Elias Wakefield: Well, the egg ain't hatched yet, but we sure got a hen settin'.
Elias Wakefield: I overdone my fun and so poked my paw in the bear trap.
Drunk frontiersman with whip: Who dares? Who dares to crack a whip with me? My mammy was a gator and my pappy was a bull! I can whup my weight in wildcats and drink my belly full. Who dares?
[Stan whips the jug out of drunk whipcracker's hand]
Drunk frontiersman with whip: Not you, Stan. You cut too fine a seam for me.
Elias Wakefield: I'm trying to be a right father to you. I'm trying to think what kind of man you'll grow up to be.
Little Eli Wakefield: What kind of man are you coming to be? That's the worst of all!
Fletcher: Hitting a poor scholar isn't going to cure your ignorance, my friend.
Elias Wakefield: The way to start off new is to shuck off what's old.
Zack Wakefield: I know what's best for him. I'll make a businessman out of him. You leave it to me. I'll work the buckskin out of him and off of him both. He's my little brother.
Elias Wakefield: [referring to Fletcher] He's a windbag but high educated and mighty high.
Zack Wakefield: Look, we're much obliged - more than I can say.
Hannah: Eli, you're playin' the fool.
Zack Wakefield: Maybe my own kind of fool then.
[to Little Eli]
Zack Wakefield: Let's go, boy.
Zack Wakefield: Just keep your powder dry. Our time to shoot will come.
Pleasant Tuesday Babson: You don't measure land in Texas by rod and chain - you measure by the eye. And when the eye can see no further, that's where you drive your stake. The rifle ball has not been made that can carry to a neighbor's line.