Hannie Caulder (1971)
Rufus Clements: You know, Emmett and me's real sore about what you did to Frank. He was our brother, you know and brothers don't grow on no god damn trees so I'll tell ya what we're gonna do now. You and me and Emmett gonna have a little party for old time's sake. And then we're gonna separate your head from the rest of ya.
Thomas Luther Price: If you're too close to a man, you see too much of him. You can watch him sweat, wet his mouth, blink. And while you're eyes are taking all that in, he can kill you. Back off. See everything and nothing.
Hannie Caulder: Thank you Sheriff.
[turns to leave]
Sheriff Moody: Any time.
Sheriff Moody: [slaps her on the butt] Any time at all.
Hannie Caulder: [turns back to him] If you weren't the Sheriff, I'd call one.
Sheriff Moody: Your bottom's wet.
Hannie Caulder: So's your chin.
Thomas Luther Price: Win or lose, you lose, Hannie Caulder.
Rufus Clements: I stole a Bible, Em. Do you want to read over Frank?
Emmett Clements: You know damn right well I can't read! The hell with him anyway!
Rufus Clements: You shouldn't have done that, Em. You're gonna get God mad at us and he's liable to...
Emmett Clements: Shut your damn mouth!
Rufus Clements: Well, I want to say something over Frank!
Emmett Clements: Well, say it and get it the hell over with!
Rufus Clements: All right... Frank... you're dead! God... damn if I don't miss you already, you miserable bastard!
Thomas Luther Price: [voiceover] Watch his hands. Watch his eyes. Remember you're a target too. Pick your spot. Ready, Hannie, get ready. Now!
Thomas Luther Price: Again, Hannie, again!
[Hannie fires her gun twice more]
Thomas Luther Price: Win or lose, you lose, Hannie Caulder.
Sheriff Lee: Damn it woman, you didn't have to cut him in half. Did ya?
Hannie Caulder: Both halves match don't they?
Emmett Clements: That bitch! Who the hell does she think she is, treating my family to a funeral!
Sheriff Lee: You're a hard woman, Hannie Caulder.
Hannie Caulder: Like the man said, there aren't any hard women, only soft men.
Thomas Luther Price: [teaching Hannie to deal with multiple adversaries] Now, there's a feller over here on your left, lookin' mean. Standing tall in the sun. He's got his thumbs hooked in his gunbelt, legs wide apart, hat tipped back. Over on your right is a fellow who's face you can't see. His hat's over his eyes, he's turned away from you , looks like he doesn't even notice you. Now, you gotta kill both of 'em. It would behoove you to kill the fastest one first. Up to it.
Thomas Luther Price: [Hannie thinks for a moment, draws and shoots the target to the side] Here.
[thumps his chest]
Thomas Luther Price: Right here. Let's keep working.
Hannie Caulder: Get up! Strap it on!
Frank Clemens: Can I put my pants on?
Hannie Caulder: You're not gonna need them for long.
Frank Clemens: What the hell's this all about?
Hannie Caulder: I'm gonna kill ya.
Frank Clemens: Hmmm, hmmm, ha, ha, ha
Rufus Clements: Just drop the damn bottle.
Hannie Caulder: [with her back turned to Rufus] Hello Rufus.
Rufus Clements: I heard you got real smart since we saw you last.
Hannie Caulder: Funny, I didn't hear the same thing about you.
Emmett Clements: [shouting] Come on, get on your horse!
Rufus Clements: Well, I can't find him.
Emmett Clements: What do you mean you can't find him? How can you lose anything as big as a horse?
Rufus Clements: Because you're sittin' on him, you son of a bitch!
[raises his gun]
Rufus Clements: Climb down off my horse before I blow your god-damn head off!
Thomas Luther Price: You would't by any chance be married to a no good bastard with a price on his head, would you?
Hannie Caulder: You're a bounty hunter.
Thomas Luther Price: I am.
Hannie Caulder: You kill men for money?
Thomas Luther Price: You know a better reason?
Hannie Caulder: Yes, I do...
Hannie Caulder: I'll make it worth your while.
Thomas Luther Price: I don't see no pockets in that blanket.
Thomas Luther Price: If I was to teach you the gun, you'd then go out and get your ass blown off.
Hannie Caulder: It's my ass.
Thomas Luther Price: Shame to get it shot full o' holes... It is as pretty a one as I ever laid eyes on.
Rufus Clements: Always two against one. Y'd lay off me fast enough if Pop was still alive.
Emmett Clements: He still would be if ya hadn't shot him!
Rufus Clements: How many times I have to tell you? I was cleanin' mah gun! Look, there ain't a night that goes by that I don't think of Pop's face.
Frank Clemens: You mean what was left of it.
Thomas Luther Price: [handing Hannie a pair of pants] Here. Put them on. You got about as much on underneath that blanket as my horse.
[Hannie starts to pull them on]
Thomas Luther Price: My name's Price. Thomas... Luther... Price.
Hannie Caulder: Mine's Mrs-... mine's Hannie. Caulder.
Thomas Luther Price: All right then, lets get goin, Hannie Caulder.
Hannie Caulder: Where to?
Thomas Luther Price: Mexico. There's a... gunmaker there.
Hannie Caulder: Gunmaker?
Thomas Luther Price: Well, I can't very well teach you to shoot without one, can I?
Thomas Luther Price: You don't mind riding double with a dead man?
[indicating his second horse carrying a dead body]
Hannie Caulder: I don't mind.
Thomas Luther Price: A man ought to leave something else behind him, besides... headstones. So should a woman.
Frank Clemens: Somethin' wrong, Em?
Emmett Clements: [shouting] Wrong?
Rufus Clements: Hell, yes there is!
Emmett Clements: Shut the hell up, Rufus! I'll tell ya what the hells wrong: we pulled four jobs in two weeks and we're stoney ass broke. Starvin'!
Frank Clemens: Well, we still got some coffee, three horses we can eat.
Rufus Clements: You touch one hair of my animal...
Frank Clemens: I wouldn't touch nothin' that's been between your legs.
Sheriff Lee: You know, you'd be doin' me a big favor, Miss Caulder, if you'd just git yourself right the hell outta my town befor some innocent people get caught in your crossfire.
Hannie Caulder: I wonder you didn't say the same to the Clements?
Sheriff Lee: They weren't bothering nobody, they were just ridin' around bein' wanted. You're shootin' the hell outta the place!
Thomas Luther Price: [Hannie has shot a Mexican but he keeps coming] Again, Hannie!
Thomas Luther Price: Again, Hannie!
[Price shoots him down in her stead]