Two Rode Together (1961)
First Lt. Jim Gary: You're not gonna start a fire! Why don't you just send up smoke signals?
Marshal Guthrie McCabe: I can't spell.
Sergeant Darius P. Posey: You! You're supposed to be dead!
Marshal Guthrie McCabe: I'm sorry, Slim. I didn't quite make it.
Belle Aragon: You'd think a woman of my experience would know more about men.
First Lt. Jim Gary: Yeah. Well, I guess old Guth finally found something he wanted more than ten percent of.
[Jesus gives Marshal Guthrie a beer]
Marshal Guthrie McCabe: Thank you, Jesus.
Jesus: Senor, the widow Gomez has delivered a son this morning - a boy.
Marshal Guthrie McCabe: Bully for the widow Gomez!
Jesus: But senor, it has been more than a year ago since Senor Antonio Gomez has been buried in the church house.
Marshal Guthrie McCabe: Well, there are some men you just can't trust to stay where you put 'em.
Deputy Ward Corby: You fellows sure look hot and thirsty. How'd you like to have a nice, cold beer? Honeybee!
Marshal Guthrie McCabe: Honeybee?
First Lt. Jim Gary: Sounded like... Honeybee.
Marshal Guthrie McCabe: Honeybee...
[while rescuing captives from the Comanches, Marshal McCabe missed voting for his re-election]
Marshal Guthrie McCabe: I didn't get a chance to vote for myself - not even once.
Marshal Guthrie McCabe: You know, sometimes it takes a lot more courage to live than it does to die.
Elena de la Madriaga: These people, they smile at me and show their teeth, but it's the eyes that bite.
Belle Aragon: Beer suit you?
First Lt. Jim Gary: You read my mind.
Belle Aragon: With most men, that's not too difficult - and not too interesting neither. I can tell when a man walks through that door whether he prefers blondes or brunettes, drinks whiskey or beer, plays blackjack or poker, is a cheapskate or a high roller.
Maj. Frazer: Just how much do you think human lives are worth, McCabe?
Marshal Guthrie McCabe: Whatever the market will bear! No more, no less.
Maj. Frazer: I'm *ordering* you to volunteer to go with McCabe and meet with Quanah Parker.
First Lt. Jim Gary: Well, uh, what about the treaty? The department's orders?
Maj. Frazer: They can scarcely apply to a deserter out of uniform. If you *don't* return, that's exactly what'll show on your record.
First Lt. Jim Gary: If I don't return, sir, it won't make much difference *what* shows on my record. When am I ordered to desert, sir?
Maj. Frazer: I don't know what you're talking about. Get out of here.