Young Guns II (1990)
William H. Bonney (the Old): I never stole a horse from someone I didn't like. Did I like him? Hell no; I loved the son of a bitch. You asked me if I have scars? Yessir, I have my scars.
William H. Bonney: You remember the stories John use to tell us about the the three chinamen playing Fantan? This guy runs up to them and says, "Hey, the world's coming to an end!" and the first one says, "Well, I best go to the mission and pray," and the second one says, "Well, hell, I'm gonna go and buy me a case of Mezcal and six whores," and the third one says "Well, I'm gonna finish the game." I shall finish the game, Doc.
Judge Bristol: ...and there be hanged by the neck till he be dead, dead, dead. Now, do you have anything to say, young man?
William H. Bonney: Yes I do, your Honor. You can go to hell, hell, hell.
Pat Garrett: It's alright, we've got time. We'll go back through El Royal.
John W. Poe: Well, that's convenient.
Pat Garrett: What?
John W. Poe: The Kid'll be long gone. Maybe that's what you want, Pat.
Pat Garrett: What I want is for you to cork your goddamn government mouth, mister. And the next time you address me common, I will put you on your prissy little ass.
[Chavez made his horse charge down a hill by yelling "Assay!"]
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: How the hell'd you get him to do that, huh? And what's that mean anyway, assay, assay?
Jose Chavez Y Chavez: It's an ancient Navajo word. It means "stop."
William H. Bonney: Just remember Pat. You'll never be me. You'll always be the man who *shot* Billy the Kid!
Charles Phalen: William H. Bonney, heh? Billy the Kid was shot and killed by Pat Garrett. Everybody knows that, it's common knowledge.
William H. Bonney (the Old): There are other lawyers around, you piece of chicken shit. Get back in the vehicle and drive before I make it 22 just for the goddamn hell of it.
Jose Chavez Y Chavez: When troubles come, they come not single spies but in battalions.
William H. Bonney: "Buckshot George", that's your name. You wanted a name, that's it. "Buckshot George". It's a good name.
Hendry French: My name is Hendry William French.
William H. Bonney: That's a good name too.
Tom O'Folliard: What's scum?
William H. Bonney: Well Tom, that's bad types. Politicians, bankers, cattle-kings... Scum...
[upon being ordered to go after Billy the Kid]
Sheriff Kimbel: I'd rather drink turpentine and piss on a brushfire. I ain't touchin this one.
Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: You son of a bitch! You're starting to believe what they're writing about you, aren't you? Let me tell you what you really are! You rode a 15 year old boy straight to his grave, and the rest of us straight to hell... straight to hell! William H. Bonney! You are *not* a god!
[cocks his gun and points it at Billy]
William H. Bonney: Why don't you pull the trigger and find out?
[Upon discovering a new boom town is mining guano]
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: I've been to gold towns, silver towns, I've even been to turquoise towns. But I have never been to a bat shit town. Can't wait to see the women!
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: He said Dave Rudabaugh of Las Vey-has!
Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: I'm real happy for ya, Dave.
William H. Bonney: Dave, it's your gang.
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: What?
William H. Bonney: It's your gang. You lead us out.
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: No, it's your gang, it's always been your gang.
William H. Bonney: Don't cross me, Dave...
Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: [interrupting them] Billy! Let's finish the game.
[Doc recites a poem]
Hooker: That was heavenly. Who wrote it.
Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: Josiah "Doc" Scurlock.
Hooker: Who the hell is that?
William H. Bonney: You killed the boys, Patsie!
Pat Garrett: No, Kid. You did. If I was with you I'd be one of 'em.
William H. Bonney: You wanna ride with Billy the Kid? Is that what you want?
[Showing Tom his wound]
William H. Bonney: Get buckshot in your leg like this, huh? How 'bout in your skull? Hanging out in the damn brush like some kinda lizard. Everybody in the territory takin' a shot at ya, BOOM BOOM BOOM! Is that what you want, Mr. Pennsylvania huh? HUH? Is that what you want?
Tom O'Folliard: Yes.
[Pat prepares to shoot a helpless enemy]
Pat Garrett: Wait, do I know you?
Travers: Yeah, you know me, you do.
Pat Garrett: Yeah.
Pat Garrett: What's your name?
Travers: Travers, from Tula Rosa.
Pat Garrett: [thinking] Travers... hmm, nope.
Tom O'Folliard: [dying] I can't believe it. You shot me! You really shot me!
John W. Poe: Take your medicine, son.
Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: Here.
[Tosses Billy a pocket watch]
Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: It's from New York. It's for the horse.
William H. Bonney: Why that horse ain't for sale Doc, but how about my boots? They're nice and broke in and...
[Doc kicks him]
Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: You son of a bitch!
William H. Bonney: Hey Tommy! Last one up the hill is a three legged dog!
William H. Bonney: Hello Bob!
[Shoots Deputy Sheriff Bob Ollinger with a rifle that has eighteen dimes instead of bullets]
William H. Bonney: "Goodbye Bob! Best dollar eighty I ever spent.
Tom O'Folliard: Are you Billy the Kid?
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: No, I'm Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh. You ever heard of me? I've killed 65 men, not countin' Mexicans and Indians. You must have heard of me! Come on! Rudabaugh! That's great!
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: I don't take tender-foots in my gang, and I definitely don't take no Mexicans.
William H. Bonney: It ain't your gang, Dave.
Jose Chavez Y Chavez: Mexican-Indian you son-of-a-bitch.
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: Oh! I'm sorry! Tell me something Chavez... was it a Mexican whore puttin' it to the savages, or an Indian whore who put it to the whole God damned Mexican army!
Jane Greathouse: [riding off naked on a horse] White Oaks, YOU CAN KISS MY ASS!
Pat Garrett: [after Billy's gang has leaped over a steep cliff] Jesus Christ! Even their horses are crazy!
Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: Those days are over, Chavez
Jose Chavez Y Chavez: When the spirit horse comes, then it's over.
John Simpson Chisum: Bonney you are a fool! You call yourself the scourge of New Mexico but by God, I *am* New Mexico, and you are *dead*.
William H. Bonney: [is admitting the truth] You know what the Mexican Blackbird is?
Hendry French: It's a broken trail that leads to Old Mexico.
William H. Bonney: [shakes head] It's a half black, half Mexican whore...
Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: [nervous] So... you named the trail after her, right?
William H. Bonney: [remains silent, looking away from everyone]
Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: [realization and anger appear on his face] There is no broken trail to Old Mexico is there?
John W. Poe: [Garrett had *accidentally* messed up Poe's sniping of Billy] What the hell did you do that for?
William H. Bonney: Just remember this Dave: these are the Regulators!
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: Yeah, they *was*.
Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: [sighs] *Were*.
Deputy Carlyle: Which of you is the leader of your gang?
William H. Bonney: That'd be me.
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: [Interrupting] Arkansas Dave.
William H. Bonney: You are not, Dave!
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: I am so!
William H. Bonney: [Incredulously] You are *not*!
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: I am *so*!
William H. Bonney: Are not!
Deputy Carlyle: [Coughing nervously] Gentlemen!
Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: [Arriving at an Ancient Indian Ground] Chavez, why don't you go pet shit with the chickens huh? Christ, you know what they are getting for navjao bones these days. They are making spoons, candle stick holders, its all out there so don't be getting all sentimental.
John W. Poe: [after Pat's father gets them out of a jam with the Indians] Sheriff I need to have a movement!
Pat Garrett: Me too!
Jane Greathouse: ...you used to make me hotter than a June bride sitting bareback on a depot stove but I don't share my bed with the law.
Pat Garrett: And I don't keep with whores no more so ain't we both content.