Ride the High Country (1962)
Steve Judd: [after knocking out Heck with one punch] When I questioned you about that boy, I should've gone a bit deeper into the subject of character. I hope that's a mistake I won't live to regret.
Steve Judd: [wryly] Good fight! I enjoyed it!
Gil Westrum: Pardner, do you know what's on the back of a poor man when he dies? The clothes of pride. And they're not a bit warmer to him than when he was alive.
Elsa Knudsen: My father says there's only right and wrong - good and evil. Nothing in between. It isn't that simple, is it?
Steve Judd: No, it isn't. It should be, but it isn't.
Abner Sampson: The only law up there is too drunk to hit the ground with his hat.
Luther Sampson: The day of the Forty-niner is gone. The day of the steady businessman has arrived.
Elsa Knudsen: Mr. Longtree was a perfect gentleman.
Sylvus Hammond: How come? Something wrong with him?
Billy Hammond: You know, Elder, I hate to get married with one of my brothers smellin' bad enough to gag a dog off a Gut Wagon.
Judge Tolliver: You know, a good marriage has a kind of simple glory about it. A good marriage is a rare animal, hard to find - almost impossible to keep.
Elder Hammond: You can't take a wife away from her husband on his wedding night.
Judge Tolliver: Clear case of breaking and entering.
Elder Hammond: Elsa's legally married to Billy. Right, Judge?
Judge Tolliver: I now pr'nounce you man 'n wife... and, don't you forget it.
Steve Judd: I want to know if you red-necked peckerwoods are too chicken-gutted to finish this thing in the open.
Gil Westrum: Don't worry about? about anything. I'll take care of it, just like you would have.
Steve Judd: Hell, I know that. I always did... You just forgot it for a while, that's all.
Gil Westrum: She stays here... we're packin' gold not petticoats
Judge Tolliver: The glory of a good marriage don't come at the beginning. It comes later on.
Steve Judd: I'm gonna put you behind bars, Gil.
Gil Westrum: You'll pay hell gettin' it done.
Steve Judd: [to Gil as they bed down in the barn] If my sleeping bothers you, don't bother to let me know it.
Gil Westrum: [with sarcasm] Dandy pair of boots you got there.
Steve Judd: Juan Fernandez made those boots for me in San Antone - special order. I had a hell of a time getting him to put that hole in there. Fine craftsman, Juan, but he never did understand the principle of ventilation.
Gil Westrum: I remember Juan - always felt the boot should cover the foot.
Gil Westrum: Cut me loose, Steve!
Steve Judd: Why?
Gil Westrum: [Gil holds out his bound outstretched wrists] Because I don't sleep so good anymore.
Elsa Knudsen: What's gonna happen to him?
Steve Judd: The boy? I'll testify for him. They shouldn't be too hard.
Elsa Knudsen: Will you testify for Mr. Westrum?
Steve Judd: No, I wont.
Elsa Knudsen: Why?
Steve Judd: Because he was my friend.
Gil Westrum: Don't worry boy. The Lord's bounty may not be for sale but the Devils' is... if you can pay the price.
Steve Judd: [Quoting from the Bible] "The mouth of a strange woman is a deep pit. Him that is abhorred of the Lord shall fall therein."
Steve Judd: [Meeting Joshua Knudsen when they arrive at his farmstead] We're on our way to Coarse Gold. Wondered if you could furnish accommodations for the night?
Joshua Knudsen: Well, I've got no room in the house. But I've no objection if you want to spend the night in the barn.
Steve Judd: Thank you, sir. If you could spare us a few eggs, we'd be glad to pay for them.
Joshua Knudsen: Well, you can have one, because the Lord's bounty is not for sale... The rest are a dollar each.
Heck Longtree: [Outraged at the price] A dollar each! Now how in the world do those short-legged chickens lay eggs so high?
Joshua Knudsen: [Dourly] Levity in the young is likened to a dry gourd, with the seeds rattling around.
Steve Judd: That boy you trained personally shows a substantial lack of judgment.
Gil Westrum: Kinda' showin' *your* age, aren't ya? Interfering with a young man's love life...
Steve Judd: Well, I'm not payin' him ten dollars a day to go moonin' after some girl whose old man is about to hind-end him with a load of buckshot.