Rio Lobo (1970)
Cord McNally: Do you think you could sneak up on the fella at the gate?
Phillips: I could sneak up on a *coyote* if I've a mind to!
Cord McNally: Did you get that fella at the gate?
Phillips: He's at *another* gate now, lookin' fer *Saint Peter*!
Amelita: Turn around Sherriff, I want you to see who kills you!
Sheriff 'Blue Tom' Hendricks: Don't you worry Mr. Ketcham, we'll get you out.
Phillips: Just try and get him out, just you try!
Ketcham: Don't try anything Tom, don't do anything, he's crazy, he want's to kill me!
Phillips: He's right!
[Fires shotgun in the air, then jabs it into Ketchams back]
Phillips: Got another barrel, get in there!
Cord McNally: [to Ketcham] You mess this up, Sergeant Major, and you won't live to *know it*!
Cord McNally: Oww, take it easy.
Phillips: Stop your squawking, you ain't hurt.
Cord McNally: Splatter gun is useless.
Phillips: You don't mind if I shoot do you? Makes me feel better.
Dr. Jones: Mr, UH?
Cord McNally: Doesn't matter
Dr. Jones: Well, Mr Doesn't matter we ought to give them one last good yell, they usually yell a lot when I give them a shot of this
Cord McNally: YOW! That's the real stuff!
Dr. Jones: Well, if you had been a good enough actor I wouldn't have used it!
Cord McNally: Cord McNally
Phillips: Don't you worry Ketcham: You're gonna be the *first* to die!
Cord McNally: Ketcham, we promised you in a trade. But we didn't say what *condition* you'd be in!
Sheriff 'Blue Tom' Hendricks: I should've taken you this morning!
Cord McNally: You should'a *tried*!
Cord McNally: Mr. Phillips; you watch Ketchum while we go inside.
Phillips: Sure thing, Colonel. If you hear a loud noise, it'll be Mr. Ketchum dyin'.
[Phillips is irritating everyone by playing a jaw harp]
Cord McNally: Dammit, Mr. Phillips! Don't you know any other songs?
Phillips: I don't know this one. That's why I keep practicin'.
[McNally and the others open bottles of beer]
Phillips: Don't I get a beer?
Cord McNally: Not as long as you're playin' that harp.
Phillips: I'll put it up!
[Phillips throws harp in the trash can]
Phillips: What about Ketchum? He don't get no beer, does he?
[Shasta wakes up in Cordona's bed after fainting]
Shasta: What am I doing here?
Cord McNally: Well, you fainted after you shot Whitey, so we put you to bed.
Shasta: Wait a minute! Where are my clothes? Which one of you took my clothes?
Cordona: I did.
Cordona: Well, we flipped a coin and I won!
Shasta: Where are your pants.
Cordona: You're sleeping on them.
Cord McNally: Whitey's *dead*.
Phillips: [delighted] *That's* the best news I heared all *year*! Who killed 'im?
Cord McNally: [referring to Shasta] *She* did!
Phillips: [amazed] Well, I'll be a suck-egg mule-! Legs like *that*, and she can *shoot*, too!
Shasta: [after McNaly slugs a bad guy from behind] Well you certainly *took* long enough! I was running out of things to *say*!
Cord McNally: *That*, I *can't* believe!
Cord McNally: I'm Cord McNally. Didn't Tuscarora tell you about me?
Phillips: Cord McNally? Yeah, he sure did! And I ain't gonna *repeat* what he said!
[Col. McNally provides Sgt. Tuscarora Phillips with money to return home]
Sgt. Tuscarora Phillips: [delighted] Colonel suh, I never thought I'd feel like kissin' a *Yankee!*
Cord McNally: I've been called a lot of things, but not "comfortable"!
[Col. McNally visits with Capt. Cordona and Sgt. Phillips after the war ends]
Cord McNally: I'm glad *you two* weathered the storm.
Cordona: Well, it's a simple life- No wine, no women, no song.
Sgt. Tuscarora Phillips: And no *whiskey*!
Cord McNally: Well, *I* can remedy *that*; If you two don't mind drinkin' with a "Bluebelly".
Sgt. Tuscarora Phillips: Colonel Suh, I'd drink with *The Devil Himself*!
Cordona: *I* feel just like *he* does!
Cord McNally: [smiles] We're *headed* in the right direction!
Phillips: Take a look at this, Ketcham-
[close-up of Phillips' shotgun]
Phillips: -those triggers are *wired back*! So you can see what happens if my *thumbs* slip; And my thumbs *ain't* as strong as they *used* to be!