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The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962)
Ransom Stoddard:
You're not going to use the story, Mr. Scott?
Maxwell Scott: No, sir. This is the west, sir. When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.
[last lines]
Jason Tully: Nothing's too good for the man who shot Liberty Valance.
Tom Doniphon: Pompey, go find Doc Willoughby. If he's sober, bring him back.
Link Appleyard: As long as he behaves himself in this town I ain't got no, ah...
Ransom Stoddard: Jurisdiction.
Link Appleyard: What he said is right. I ain't got none of it.
Tom Doniphon: Whoa, take 'er easy there, Pilgrim.
Liberty Valance: You lookin' for trouble, Doniphan?
Tom Doniphon: You aim to help me find some?
Liberty Valance: [shouting] Hashslinger; you out here?
High Pockets: I'd say that was Liberty Valance there now; wouldn't you?
Ransom Stoddard: Yes, I would.
Kaintuck: W-w-we'll be seein' you, Mr. Stoddard.
High Pockets: Well, Mr. Professor. I thought you left town. What are you doin' out here?
Ransom Stoddard: I'm waiting for Liberty Valance. Why doesn't he come out?
Kaintuck: Well, th-th-that's n-n-none of our b-b-b-business.
Tom Doniphon: Liberty Valance's the toughest man south of the Picketwire - next to me.
Ransom Stoddard: Marshall, I was wrong the other day. But I was reading up on territorial law and there it is, right there. Now I'll draw up the complaint, take care of all the legal details, but you do have jurisdiction. Says so right there. So next time he sets foot in this town you'll arrest him.
Link Appleyard: Anything you say, Mr. Stoddard. I'll be tickled to... death... what was that? Arrest who?
Ransom Stoddard: Liberty Valance.
Link Appleyard: Arrest Liberty Val... you mean Liberty Valence? Just as I was startin' to get my appetite back.
[Doniphon has just faced down Valance in the diner]
Tom Doniphon: Well now; I wonder what scared 'em off?
Dutton Peabody: You know what scared 'em, the spectacle of law and order here risin' up out of the gravy and the mashed potatoes.
Nora Ericson: Poppa - go put your pants on!
Link Appleyard: Did you know Liberty Valance is in town tonight?
Dutton Peabody: I'd be a poor newspaperman indeed if I didn't know what everybody knows!
Doc Willoughby: [very drunk] My advice to you as uh...
Dutton Peabody: Coroner.
Doc Willoughby: and uh your personal phys...
Dutton Peabody: Physician!
Doc Willoughby: is to get your supper and go to bed. No charge.
[Pompey has gone into the saloon after Tom]
Jack, Barman: Now look, Pompey. You know I...
Tom Doniphon: [drunk] Who says he can't? Pour yourself a drink, Pompey.
Pompey: You know I don't drink no drams, Mr. Tom.
Tom Doniphon: I said take a drink.
Pompey: No sir. We got a mare in foal and horses to feed and water. You come on home.
Hallie: Rance, do you think I could, I mean grown up and all, do you think I could learn to read?
Ransom Stoddard: Why sure you can, Hallie. Why there's nothing to it. It'd be, it'd be easy. Can you learn how to read? Why I can, I can teach you. A smart girl like you? Of course you can learn how to read. Now do you want to try?
Hallie: It's awful worrisome not knowing how. I know the Good Book from preacher talk; but it'd be a soul comfort if I could read the words myself.
Tom Doniphon: [Valance has tripped Rance in the diner causing him to spill a tray of food] That's my steak, Valance.
Liberty Valance: [laughing] You heard him, Dude. Pick it up.
Ransom Stoddard: No!
Tom Doniphon: Pilgrim, hold it. I said you, Valance; you pick it up.
Liberty Valance: Three against one, Doniphon.
Tom Doniphon: My boy, Pompey; kitchen door.
[Valance looks and sees Pompey at the door holding a rifle]
Floyd: I'll get it, Liberty!
[Doniphon kicks Floyd]
President, election council: [at the territorial statehood convention] The chair recognizes its old friend; that distinguished member of the Fourth Estate, founder, owner, publisher and editor of the Shinbone Star, Mr. Dutton Peabody, Esquire!
Dutton Peabody: Thank you, thank you, Mister Chairman for those kind words; but why don't you tell them the whole truth: founder, owner, editor, and I also sweep out the place.
Tom Doniphon: [Doniphon has just told Stoddard what really happened the night Liberty Valance was shot] Hallie's your girl now. Go back in there and take that nomination. You taught her how to read and write; now give her something to read and write about!
Link Appleyard: The jail's only got one cell, and the lock's broke and I sleep in it.
Dutton Peabody: [to Liberty Valance and his gang who have been waiting for him in the newspaper office] Liberty Valance... and his myrmidons!
Floyd: It's Liberty! He - he's hurt!
[Doc approaches Valance's body]
Floyd: It's Liberty.
Doc Willoughby: Whiskey, quick.
Person on street: Here, sir.
Doc Willoughby: [takes a drink, turns Valances body over with his foot] Dead.
[walks off]
Link Appleyard: Mr. Peabody's awful hurt and he needs you bad over at his office.
Liberty Valance: What's the matter, Mr. Marshal? Somebody have an accident?
Doc Willoughby: So that's it, another one of your 'accidents', huh Valance? I'm looking forward to the day when it's you they'll be calling me for.
Liberty Valance: [tossing Doc a silver dollar] Paid in advance.
Dutton Peabody: [during voting for the territorial convention] I'll have the usual, Jack.
Jack, Barman: The bar is closed, Mister Editor, during voting.
Dutton Peabody: Bar's closed?
Tom Doniphon: You can blame your lawyer friend. He says that's one of the "Fundamental laws of democracy." No exception.
Dutton Peabody: No exceptions for the working press? Why, that's carrying democracy much too far!
[Reese and Floyd are trying to get a lynch mob together after Stoddard kills Valance]
Tom Doniphon: Can't a man have a drink around this town in peace?
[Grabs Floyd and throws him through the door]
Reese: No one's bothering you, Doniphon.
Tom Doniphon: You are.
[Reese goes for his gun, Doniphon hits him]
Tom Doniphon: Marshal! What are you gettin' paid for? Drag this scum out of here.
Link Appleyard: You heard him! Now Kaintuck and High Pockets, I deputize you to give a hand and drag this scum out of here!
Kaintuck: Give me that b-b-b-bung st-st-starter!
[grabs Reese and hauls him out]
Link Appleyard: You tell those ranchers north of the Picketwire that hired you that me, Link Appleyard, run you out of town and I'll do it again if you ever come back!
Hallie: One steak for Mr. Peaboy, with fixins'.
Nora Ericson: Steak, beans, potatoes...
Peter Ericson: And a deep dish apple pie.
Nora Ericson: Someday he order something different and we all faint dead away.
Dutton Peabody: [protesting his nomination to the statehood convention] Good people of Shinbone; I, I'm your conscience, I'm the small voice that thunders in the night, I'm your watchdog who howls against the wolves, I, I'm your father confessor! I. I'm; what else am I?
Tom Doniphon: Town drunk?
Ransom Stoddard: [in Stoddard's classroom] How you feeling this morning?
Link Appleyard: Just fine, fine, fine.
Ransom Stoddard: Your head cold?
Link Appleyard: Uh, no, no. I uh.
[sheepishly removes hat]
Amos Carruthers: [bringing his truant son Herbert to school] Ain't you goin' to give him a whoppin'?
Ransom Stoddard: No, he's too big.
President, election council: [after a mounted politician working for Langhorne has rode a horse into the convention and performed rope tricks for the audience] This is a convention, *not* a rodeo, Langhorne!
Liberty Valance: You got a choice, Dishwasher. Either you get out of town, or tonight you be out on that street alone. You be there, and don't make us come and get you.
Tom Doniphon: [to Ransom Stoddard] Hey, pilgrim! You forgot your pop-gun!
Dutton Peabody: Give me a drink.
Tom Doniphon: Bar's closed.
Dutton Peabody: Just a beer!
Tom Doniphon: The bar's closed.
Dutton Peabody: A beer's not drinking!
Hallie: One steak for Mr. Peabody, with fixins'.
Nora Ericson: Steak, beans, potatoes...
Peter Ericson: And a deep dish apple pie.
Nora Ericson: Someday he order something different and we all faint dead away.
[first lines]
Ransom Stoddard: [descending from railway carriage and consulting pocket watch] Thanks, Jason. On time.
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Maxwell Scott: No, sir. This is the west, sir. When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.
[last lines]
Jason Tully: Nothing's too good for the man who shot Liberty Valance.
Tom Doniphon: Pompey, go find Doc Willoughby. If he's sober, bring him back.
Link Appleyard: As long as he behaves himself in this town I ain't got no, ah...
Ransom Stoddard: Jurisdiction.
Link Appleyard: What he said is right. I ain't got none of it.
Tom Doniphon: Whoa, take 'er easy there, Pilgrim.
Liberty Valance: You lookin' for trouble, Doniphan?
Tom Doniphon: You aim to help me find some?
Liberty Valance: [shouting] Hashslinger; you out here?
High Pockets: I'd say that was Liberty Valance there now; wouldn't you?
Ransom Stoddard: Yes, I would.
Kaintuck: W-w-we'll be seein' you, Mr. Stoddard.
High Pockets: Well, Mr. Professor. I thought you left town. What are you doin' out here?
Ransom Stoddard: I'm waiting for Liberty Valance. Why doesn't he come out?
Kaintuck: Well, th-th-that's n-n-none of our b-b-b-business.
Tom Doniphon: Liberty Valance's the toughest man south of the Picketwire - next to me.
Ransom Stoddard: Marshall, I was wrong the other day. But I was reading up on territorial law and there it is, right there. Now I'll draw up the complaint, take care of all the legal details, but you do have jurisdiction. Says so right there. So next time he sets foot in this town you'll arrest him.
Link Appleyard: Anything you say, Mr. Stoddard. I'll be tickled to... death... what was that? Arrest who?
Ransom Stoddard: Liberty Valance.
Link Appleyard: Arrest Liberty Val... you mean Liberty Valence? Just as I was startin' to get my appetite back.
[Doniphon has just faced down Valance in the diner]
Tom Doniphon: Well now; I wonder what scared 'em off?
Dutton Peabody: You know what scared 'em, the spectacle of law and order here risin' up out of the gravy and the mashed potatoes.
Nora Ericson: Poppa - go put your pants on!
Link Appleyard: Did you know Liberty Valance is in town tonight?
Dutton Peabody: I'd be a poor newspaperman indeed if I didn't know what everybody knows!
Doc Willoughby: [very drunk] My advice to you as uh...
Dutton Peabody: Coroner.
Doc Willoughby: and uh your personal phys...
Dutton Peabody: Physician!
Doc Willoughby: is to get your supper and go to bed. No charge.
[Pompey has gone into the saloon after Tom]
Jack, Barman: Now look, Pompey. You know I...
Tom Doniphon: [drunk] Who says he can't? Pour yourself a drink, Pompey.
Pompey: You know I don't drink no drams, Mr. Tom.
Tom Doniphon: I said take a drink.
Pompey: No sir. We got a mare in foal and horses to feed and water. You come on home.
Hallie: Rance, do you think I could, I mean grown up and all, do you think I could learn to read?
Ransom Stoddard: Why sure you can, Hallie. Why there's nothing to it. It'd be, it'd be easy. Can you learn how to read? Why I can, I can teach you. A smart girl like you? Of course you can learn how to read. Now do you want to try?
Hallie: It's awful worrisome not knowing how. I know the Good Book from preacher talk; but it'd be a soul comfort if I could read the words myself.
Tom Doniphon: [Valance has tripped Rance in the diner causing him to spill a tray of food] That's my steak, Valance.
Liberty Valance: [laughing] You heard him, Dude. Pick it up.
Ransom Stoddard: No!
Tom Doniphon: Pilgrim, hold it. I said you, Valance; you pick it up.
Liberty Valance: Three against one, Doniphon.
Tom Doniphon: My boy, Pompey; kitchen door.
[Valance looks and sees Pompey at the door holding a rifle]
Floyd: I'll get it, Liberty!
[Doniphon kicks Floyd]
President, election council: [at the territorial statehood convention] The chair recognizes its old friend; that distinguished member of the Fourth Estate, founder, owner, publisher and editor of the Shinbone Star, Mr. Dutton Peabody, Esquire!
Dutton Peabody: Thank you, thank you, Mister Chairman for those kind words; but why don't you tell them the whole truth: founder, owner, editor, and I also sweep out the place.
Tom Doniphon: [Doniphon has just told Stoddard what really happened the night Liberty Valance was shot] Hallie's your girl now. Go back in there and take that nomination. You taught her how to read and write; now give her something to read and write about!
Link Appleyard: The jail's only got one cell, and the lock's broke and I sleep in it.
Dutton Peabody: [to Liberty Valance and his gang who have been waiting for him in the newspaper office] Liberty Valance... and his myrmidons!
Floyd: It's Liberty! He - he's hurt!
[Doc approaches Valance's body]
Floyd: It's Liberty.
Doc Willoughby: Whiskey, quick.
Person on street: Here, sir.
Doc Willoughby: [takes a drink, turns Valances body over with his foot] Dead.
[walks off]
Link Appleyard: Mr. Peabody's awful hurt and he needs you bad over at his office.
Liberty Valance: What's the matter, Mr. Marshal? Somebody have an accident?
Doc Willoughby: So that's it, another one of your 'accidents', huh Valance? I'm looking forward to the day when it's you they'll be calling me for.
Liberty Valance: [tossing Doc a silver dollar] Paid in advance.
Dutton Peabody: [during voting for the territorial convention] I'll have the usual, Jack.
Jack, Barman: The bar is closed, Mister Editor, during voting.
Dutton Peabody: Bar's closed?
Tom Doniphon: You can blame your lawyer friend. He says that's one of the "Fundamental laws of democracy." No exception.
Dutton Peabody: No exceptions for the working press? Why, that's carrying democracy much too far!
[Reese and Floyd are trying to get a lynch mob together after Stoddard kills Valance]
Tom Doniphon: Can't a man have a drink around this town in peace?
[Grabs Floyd and throws him through the door]
Reese: No one's bothering you, Doniphon.
Tom Doniphon: You are.
[Reese goes for his gun, Doniphon hits him]
Tom Doniphon: Marshal! What are you gettin' paid for? Drag this scum out of here.
Link Appleyard: You heard him! Now Kaintuck and High Pockets, I deputize you to give a hand and drag this scum out of here!
Kaintuck: Give me that b-b-b-bung st-st-starter!
[grabs Reese and hauls him out]
Link Appleyard: You tell those ranchers north of the Picketwire that hired you that me, Link Appleyard, run you out of town and I'll do it again if you ever come back!
Hallie: One steak for Mr. Peaboy, with fixins'.
Nora Ericson: Steak, beans, potatoes...
Peter Ericson: And a deep dish apple pie.
Nora Ericson: Someday he order something different and we all faint dead away.
Dutton Peabody: [protesting his nomination to the statehood convention] Good people of Shinbone; I, I'm your conscience, I'm the small voice that thunders in the night, I'm your watchdog who howls against the wolves, I, I'm your father confessor! I. I'm; what else am I?
Tom Doniphon: Town drunk?
Ransom Stoddard: [in Stoddard's classroom] How you feeling this morning?
Link Appleyard: Just fine, fine, fine.
Ransom Stoddard: Your head cold?
Link Appleyard: Uh, no, no. I uh.
[sheepishly removes hat]
Amos Carruthers: [bringing his truant son Herbert to school] Ain't you goin' to give him a whoppin'?
Ransom Stoddard: No, he's too big.
President, election council: [after a mounted politician working for Langhorne has rode a horse into the convention and performed rope tricks for the audience] This is a convention, *not* a rodeo, Langhorne!
Liberty Valance: You got a choice, Dishwasher. Either you get out of town, or tonight you be out on that street alone. You be there, and don't make us come and get you.
Tom Doniphon: [to Ransom Stoddard] Hey, pilgrim! You forgot your pop-gun!
Dutton Peabody: Give me a drink.
Tom Doniphon: Bar's closed.
Dutton Peabody: Just a beer!
Tom Doniphon: The bar's closed.
Dutton Peabody: A beer's not drinking!
Hallie: One steak for Mr. Peabody, with fixins'.
Nora Ericson: Steak, beans, potatoes...
Peter Ericson: And a deep dish apple pie.
Nora Ericson: Someday he order something different and we all faint dead away.
[first lines]
Ransom Stoddard: [descending from railway carriage and consulting pocket watch] Thanks, Jason. On time.
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