Wild Bill (1995)
Quotes
[Will Plummer sends in a woman to challenge Wild Bill to a gunfight]
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: What did he say?
Young Woman with Parasol: He said that you were... a horse molester.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Did he say what horse?
Carl Mann: What kind of whiskey do you favor?
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Carl, I prefer it in a glass. Other than that, it's all good.
[Jane surprises Bill by giving him a wet sloppy kiss]
Calamity Jane: Just for old times' sake.
[Bill wipes off his mouth]
Calamity Jane: You wipin' it off?
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: No. I'm rubbin' it in.
Charley Price: This town... I really think it's like something out of the Bible.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: What part of the Bible?
Charley Price: The part right before God gets angry.
[Wild Bill and Calamity Jane are interrupted by Jack McCall during a romantic moment]
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: You inconsiderate bastard.
Charley Price: He had found the band of jackals he needed. But as Jack McCall rode through the center of town, he experienced the terrifying certainty that a man faces when he's about to make his own name famous. He lacked both a hero's calm and a coward's resolve to survive at any price.
Charley Price: [Voiceover about Hickock] He fashioned himself as just an ordinary man in no way special. That was adeception. By luck or design it had fallen to him to play the hero's part, and to the end he embraced his fate.
California Joe: Don't kill him, Bill!
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Man knows what he wants!
California Joe: Bad luck to kill an Injun in a religious frame of mind!
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: He chose it!
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: You ought to know better than to touch another man's hat.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: [to McCall] I'll buy you one. Whiskey's good for a man... helps him put things in perspective.
Calamity Jane: A man that cheats at cards ain't got no religion.
[last lines]
Charley Price: Jack McCall was hanged March 1, 1877, for the murder of James Butler Hickory, known as Wild Bill. Like a city in the Old Testament, Deadwood had become a place of prophesy and visions. Bill was 39 years old when he died. I'm proud to say I was his friend.
California Joe: Two damn weeks, ain't a damn sight of a buffalo. I never thought it possible. How's a man supposed to make a livin'?
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Shouldn't touch another man's hat.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: What the hell does this whistler want to fight me fer?
Calamity Jane: I don't know why he never slept in my bed sinced he come to Deadwood. Only got interested once.
Charley Price: The timing was just wrong. Too much had happened to him before he got here.
Calamity Jane: I was awful attached to him.
California Joe: That's a funeral platform. Must be on some kind of vigil for the dead Injun next to him.
Charley Price: [voice over] Deadwood was a haven for card sharks, con men, thieves, killers, roughs, drunks, pimps, and whores - along with those arbiters of disputes: whip, fist, knife and pistol.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: You'd best hand over your gun, Phil. Otherwise I'm just gonna have to step over there and slap you around some.
Doctor: Keep your eyes open. You have glaucoma, Mr Hickok. It's often a result from too much proximity to, uh, infected females. Keep your eyes straight ahead. If you take my meaning.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: I had some trouble about ten years back. Cleared right up when the local doc stuck a hot wire up my privates.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: I don't apologize! Not to you or anybody else. Not ever!
Charley Price: [voice over] My name is Charles Prince, English born and educated, but for reasons of temperament, America had become my adopted home. As I much prefer to observe life in the raw, I took myself west. I was not disappointed.
Calamity Jane: You know, they say sometimes a dream might be a foretellin'.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: It wasn't just a dream. It was a fact!
Calamity Jane: You can see me about as much as you want. I guess that's always been the case, ain't it? I'm just a little too available.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: I gotta be available too. Awful lot of people want a piece of Wild Bill. Let's have us a card game and a drink.
Calamity Jane: You ain't the same, Bill.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: How's that?
Calamity Jane: I don't know. You just - got kinda different from before is all.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Maybe. I don't know. You got a bathhouse in this town?
Calamity Jane: Sure could use one.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Maybe I drank a little too much last night. Had me some dreams. Had too much on that Chinese pipe.
Charley Price: [voice over] The Dakota Dance Hall was the preferred site for assignations. This was no rude crib or flimsy shack. It featured papered walls, comfortable furniture, polished spittoons, and a piano that was actually in tune.
Preacher: Well, hallelujah. Let's lift up our hands tonight and praise the Lord. Let's praise him. Hallelujah. Hallelujah! How I love the Lord! I love him, because he is able! I love him, because he reached down and he pulled me right from the gutters of sin! I love him, because when sin and sickness had me bound, he reached out. He washed me - in his precious blood. Oh, hallelujah. And I am here to testify tonight - that it is my determination! I will hold on! I will hold on to the rock that is my salvation! I will hold on to the word of God! I will hold on to him! Oh, yes, Satan, you can't touch me now! Come on, you dirty devil! I said you can't touch me now! Oh, hallelujah. Lift up your hands. Praise the Lord. Hallelujah. Praise him. Hallelujah. Thank you, Jesus!
Calamity Jane: I would just like some kind of goddamn explanation. You owe me that much.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: I don't owe nobody nothin'. I don't explain myself. Not to you, not to some punk-ass kid! Not to nobody!
Charley Price: Greetings, Jack. Charles Prince, friend of Bill's. Could be that Wild Bill's made a few mistakes, here and there, over the years, but - well, it's understandable. But, past is past.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Shut up, Charley.
Jack McCall: Yeah, shut up, Charley.
Lurline Newcomb: I say just throw 'em out, Jack. They just look to be street trash.
Donnie Lonigan: A five-dollar whore is gonna tell me about street trash?
Jack McCall: Oh, now, Donnie, let's be polite.
Lurline Newcomb: I know where your Mr Wild Bill was last night. One of them Chinese girls told an upstairs girl that told me that he went down to Song Lew's and had himself a pipe.
Susannah Moore: Who's that feller?
Earlene: Yankee. Name of Bill Hickok.
Susannah Moore: He's awful dashin', ain't he?
Earlene: They say he was spyin' around here during the war. He's lookin' at you.
Susannah Moore: Look all he wants, won't do no good.
Earlene: I just bet he comes over and asks you to dance.
Susannah Moore: I don't wanna dance with no Yankee.
Earlene: No? I thought you was a loyal Union woman.
Susannah Moore: I am. My dead husband wasn't. He'd be rollin' in his grave if I was dancin' with some Yankee feller.
Susannah Moore: I bet you have your way with lots of girls. Bet you tell 'em all a whole pack of lies.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: I ain't lyin'. But I would if I couldn't figure no other way with you.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: You comin' with me?
Susannah Moore: I just think you're lyin'.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: I ain't lyin'. I'll take you on up to Springfield.
Susannah Moore: You had your way and you want to again and you'll just say any ol' thing.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: I thank you for your kindness.
Song Lew: Wild Bill.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Maybe you can help me. Where the hell did things go wrong? This kid, Miss Jane, trouble with my eyes.
Susannah Moore: You walk around town wearin' this watch, he'll kill you.
Jack McCall: The sight of him in the street, well, it could make a young feller shake.
Donnie Lonigan: He don't make me shake.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Had me another bad dream on the Chinese pipe. Things are comin' back to haunt me.
Calamity Jane: I figured it was somethin' like that. You got to stay away from that stuff. Stick with whisky.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: I have to admit, there's something about this kid that spooks me. Must be his ma. She was one hell of a damn fine woman. She could talk good, drink, tear off a piece. I had a lot of good times with Miss Susannah Moore.
Calamity Jane: I'd like us to be in love like you and Susannah Moore. She was the one, wasn't she? The one you loved most of all. That's why this kid's got a hold to you. She was young and purty, and it was before you was the great Wild Bill. And you loved her as close as you ever did anybody, in an innocent kinda way. Ain't that right?
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Yeah, I suppose.
Calamity Jane: Love you, Bill.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Right now, I love you too, Jane. Maybe we'd just better get on with it, hmm?
[they get on with it]
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Goddammit. A Negra!
Jubal Pickett: Just a gun-sharp. Don't mind my color. I make a livin'.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: You ungrateful son o' bitch. I almost got my ass shot off 20 times tryin' to free your type during the war!
Jubal Pickett: Well, that was mighty white of you, Wild Bill.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: You and me, we had our time in Cheyenne, didn't we? Hmm? We had something kinda special for a while.
Calamity Jane: Yeah. Listen to us, talking about our pleasures.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Mmm. As if they mattered a damn. All this love talk, I got me a hard-on. You wanna see?
Calamity Jane: Surely.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Don't want no back of the head shot like Mr Lincoln.
Calamity Jane: Hey! Would you mind avertin' your eyes? I'm a little exposed here.
Charley Price: I don't think these are gentlemen we should challenge, Joe. They look a bit on the rough and boorish side, possibly even dangerous.
Charley Price: Every time there is a death of a hero, we are all the less. It drags down morale. People get anxious, depressed, drink more, fight more, causing more killings, till the general uncertainty destroys whatever useful or good remains.
Calamity Jane: That's the way it is with men and women. Lots of times, men make some promises, then take their pleasures and move on.
Calamity Jane: When a woman finally surrenders to a man, she's usually got him just about where she wants him. I'd love to go do my toilette, s'il vous plaît?
Charley Price: What if I could persuade Wild Bill to let you go? Erase the shadow that he has cast over you. Apologize.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Go drown in crap, Charley.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Is this your college education that makes you dribble on so?
Calamity Jane: You rotten bastard!
Donnie Lonigan: There ain't even a Chinaman out there.
Charley Price: Apologize for wrongs, real and imagined? Shake hands, have a drink? You'll need all the friends you can get when your eyes get worse.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: I don't apologize.
Calamity Jane: See, he figures whatever he done, even if it wasn't perfect, was justifiable.
Susannah Moore: You come into my life, I thought you was the dashin' stranger that was gonna change everything, make it all fine. And you did. It was all real fine for a while. The best I ever knew, about. I even thought you was gonna be a real good daddy to my son. But then you went off, and - when you come back, it was gone. The special feeling was gone.
Jack McCall: I done it already. Like the Bible says, I done it in my heart. I killed you already.
Calamity Jane: Just get to it! I killed two men in my life. I never made no goddamn circus out of it!
Jack McCall: I didn't know no ladies killed.
Calamity Jane: I was defendin' myself against unnatural advances.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Could you just jump over the bullshit?
Charley Price: [voice over] The theater of Bill's life had come to demand that he walk up the center of a muddy street rather than use the boardwalk. He had discovered being Wild Bill was a profession in its own right.
Donnie Lonigan: Be seein' you around, Wild Bill. Maybe next time I won't be workin' for no chickenshit kid.
Calamity Jane: Go on there and drink your drink and then head on outta town! Else I'll be the one to put a bullet in ya!
Jack McCall: Yes, ma'am.
Calamity Jane: You ain't no kinda man at all. You're just some kinda fool.
California Joe: Bill waded into this mob of drunks, sharps, whores, gold panners, mental deficients, liquored soldiers, all of 'em friends of the great Texas gunfighter, Phil...
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Phil Coe. Another one of them bullshit Texans. Never much liked any of 'em. Mean sons of bitches, usually cheat at cards, never take a bath.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Goddamn soldiers! Never liked 'em, any of 'em. Never liked bein' one, neither. Wasn't cut out for the Army life. Never liked them Eastern bastards, neither.
California Joe: Bill heard footsteps runnin' behind him. He turns and fires, and accidentally kills his own deputy, Mike Williams. Then he tells the crowd to clear the streets - which they done - and he stands there and cries over the body.
James Butler 'Wild Bill' Hickok: Nothin' like that ever happened. It was windy. The dust got in my eyes.
California Joe: Bill's great fights always involved a woman one way or another.
Man watching prisoners: The young kid stole a horse, somebody said the Chinaman looked the wrong way at a white woman, and the Injun was in town tradin' when we got the word about Custer. And we're gonna hang 'em all on Saturday.
