Bus Stop (1956)
Cherie: I hate you and I despise you! Now give me back my tail!
Cherie: I just got to feel that whoever I marry has some real regard for me, aside from all that lovin' stuff.
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: Well, I've been thinkin' about them other fellas, Cherry. And well, what I mean is, I like you the way you are, so what do I care how you got that way?
Cherie: That's the sweetest, tenderest thing anyone ever said to me.
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: I still wish you was goin' back to the ranch with me more than anything I know.
Cherie: You do?
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: Yeah, I do.
Cherie: I'd go anywhere in the world with you now. Anywhere at all!
Cherie: Well I had to do something, he was making a fuss in front of all those people.
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: Here, somebody hold this thing for me
[about a steer he'd just wrestled this to the ground]
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: My name is Beauregard Decker, ma'am. I am 21 years old and I own my own ranch up in Timber Hill, Montana, where I got a fine herd of Hereford cattle, a dozen horses and the finest sheep and hogs and chickens in the country. Now I come down for the rodeo tomorrow with the idea in mind to find me a angel and you're it. Now I don't have a whole lot of time for sweet talkin' around the bush so I would be much obliged if you would just step outside with me into the fresh air.
Cherie: What'd you say?
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: My name if Beauregard Decker, ma'am. I am 21 years old and I own my own ranch up in Timber Hill, Montana, where I got a fine...
Cherie: I know. I heard all that part...
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: O.K. Let's get out of here!
Cherie: I'm mighty grateful for what you did but we're not allowed to go out with the customers. But you can buy me a drink if you want to. I'm so dry I'm spittin' cotton.
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: Virg.
Virgil Blessing: Yeah, Beau.
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: What's the difference between a... a physical attraction and, well, just a regular attraction.
Virgil Blessing: Well, a gal can be attracted to a fella, oh, lots of reasons. His mind, for instance.
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: His mind?
Virgil Blessing: Sure. He could be smart or read poetry or something.
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: No kiddin'.
Virgil Blessing: That's right.
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: I can read and write.
Virgil Blessing: Hmmm.
Beauregard 'Bo' Decker: But I don't know no poetry. But I can recite the Gettysburg address. Would that count?
Virgil Blessing: It might, Beau. I doubt it, but it might.