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Cole Thornton
Cole : The girl was right; they're still up there. Bull Harris : Sure are... hit me right in the bugle!
Cole : The girl was right; they're still up there. Bull Harris : Sure are... hit me right in the bugle!
Mississippi : I'm tryin' to thank you. Cole : I'm hungry!
Mississippi : I'm tryin' to thank you. Cole : I'm hungry!
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Up until now I thought you had good taste. Cole : Yeah, and up until now I thought you had good taste.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Up until now I thought you had good taste. Cole : Yeah, and up until now I thought you had good taste.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Did we have a fight or something? Cole : Or something.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Did we have a fight or something? Cole : Or something.
Mississippi : [about Joey] She was really gonna shoot that fella. Cole : She shot me. Mississippi : She shot... uh... 'n that somethin'...
Mississippi : [about Joey] She was really gonna shoot that fella. Cole : She shot me. Mississippi : She shot... uh... 'n that somethin'...
Nelse McLeod : [refering to Harrah] You think he's that good? Cole : Good ? Why he's... Nelse McLeod : The fourth man you were talking about.
Nelse McLeod : [refering to Harrah] You think he's that good? Cole : Good ? Why he's... Nelse McLeod : The fourth man you were talking about.
Nelse McLeod : There's only three men I know of with his kind of speed. One of 'em's dead; one of em's me; and the other is Cole Thornton. Cole : There's a fourth. Nelse McLeod : Which one are you? Cole : I'm Thornton.
Nelse McLeod : There's only three men I know of with his kind of speed. One of 'em's dead; one of em's me; and the other is Cole Thornton. Cole : There's a fourth. Nelse McLeod : Which one are you? Cole : I'm Thornton.
Cole : [after the gunfight in the church] Where'd you come from? Bull Harris : I heard a noise!
Cole : [after the gunfight in the church] Where'd you come from? Bull Harris : I heard a noise!
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : [massaging his chin] Did we have a... fight... or somethin'? Cole : [massaging his right hand and nodding] Or somethin'.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : [massaging his chin] Did we have a... fight... or somethin'? Cole : [massaging his right hand and nodding] Or somethin'.
Mississippi : Well, I found out one thing. Cole : What's that? Mississippi : You know a girl.
Mississippi : Well, I found out one thing. Cole : What's that? Mississippi : You know a girl.
Kevin MacDonald : [after Cole has brought his son's body back home] I guess you're telling the truth; you wouldnta' come down here if you wasn't. I'm obliged to you for that. Cole : It don't help much.
Kevin MacDonald : [after Cole has brought his son's body back home] I guess you're telling the truth; you wouldnta' come down here if you wasn't. I'm obliged to you for that. Cole : It don't help much.
Cole : Last time you took the front door and I took the back, this time we'll do'er the other way around.
Cole : Last time you took the front door and I took the back, this time we'll do'er the other way around.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : You thought it was pretty funny, too, didn't you. Well, why aren't you laughing now? Let me hear you laugh! [hits Jason with his rifle] Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I don't know who you think you are,Jason, but I... Cole : J.P.! Sheriff J. P. Harrah : No. You're right, Cole. You're a lucky man, Jason, 'cause I wanted to kill you bad!
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : You thought it was pretty funny, too, didn't you. Well, why aren't you laughing now? Let me hear you laugh! [hits Jason with his rifle] Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I don't know who you think you are,Jason, but I... Cole : J.P.! Sheriff J. P. Harrah : No. You're right, Cole. You're a lucky man, Jason, 'cause I wanted to kill you bad!
Cole : Don't you know better than to follow a man that way? Mississippi : Sorry... I didn't know there was another way.
Cole : Don't you know better than to follow a man that way? Mississippi : Sorry... I didn't know there was another way.
Mississippi : Always make you mad, don't I? Cole : Mostly.
Mississippi : Always make you mad, don't I? Cole : Mostly.
Mississippi : Are you bein' fair? Cole : How? Mississippi : Lettin' him go in there? Cole : Well I'd hate to be the one to try and stop him. They laughed at him, Mississippi. That'll make the difference.
Mississippi : Are you bein' fair? Cole : How? Mississippi : Lettin' him go in there? Cole : Well I'd hate to be the one to try and stop him. They laughed at him, Mississippi. That'll make the difference.
Nelse McLeod : Can you use a gun? Mississippi : Well, if I could I'd be using one. Good evening. Cole : Just minute, Mississippi. Mississippi : Would you mind telling me why you have such a great passion for my company?
Nelse McLeod : Can you use a gun? Mississippi : Well, if I could I'd be using one. Good evening. Cole : Just minute, Mississippi. Mississippi : Would you mind telling me why you have such a great passion for my company?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Well, wait a minute, wait, wait for me! Cole : Why?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Well, wait a minute, wait, wait for me! Cole : Why?
Doctor Donovan : You know these wounds were made by buckshot don't you? Cole : I thought they were. Doctor Donovan : Who was using a shotgun? Cole : A certain young man... Mississippi : I was using a shotgun, Doc. Doctor Donovan : You. I thought you was on there side. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : He was. Mississippi : I told you I was no good with a gun. Bull Harr...
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Doctor Donovan : You know these wounds were made by buckshot don't you? Cole : I thought they were. Doctor Donovan : Who was using a shotgun? Cole : A certain young man... Mississippi : I was using a shotgun, Doc. Doctor Donovan : You. I thought you was on there side. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : He was. Mississippi : I told you I was no good with a gun. Bull Harris : Trouble is, Doc, Cole was in front of the gun. The safe place is behind Mississippi when he shoots that thing.
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Kevin MacDonald : What do you expect us to do? Cole : Why don't you ask the sheriff? Kevin MacDonald : The sheriff? Ya think I'm gonna wait on him? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Just give me an hour Macdonald. You can wait that long to die.
Kevin MacDonald : What do you expect us to do? Cole : Why don't you ask the sheriff? Kevin MacDonald : The sheriff? Ya think I'm gonna wait on him? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Just give me an hour Macdonald. You can wait that long to die.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : It'll be a nice quiet town after you leave, Cole. Cole : How do you know I'm leaving? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : We just don't need your kind around here.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : It'll be a nice quiet town after you leave, Cole. Cole : How do you know I'm leaving? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : We just don't need your kind around here.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Why are you here? Cole : Waiting for a fella. Name's Nelse McLeod. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Oh, Nelse McLeod with the... Cole : That one. Want some coffee? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : No I don't. Cole : I met him down near the border. Said he wanted me to work with him on a job. Range war. But he said it'd be easy. All we had to worry about w...
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Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Why are you here? Cole : Waiting for a fella. Name's Nelse McLeod. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Oh, Nelse McLeod with the... Cole : That one. Want some coffee? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : No I don't. Cole : I met him down near the border. Said he wanted me to work with him on a job. Range war. But he said it'd be easy. All we had to worry about was a drunken sheriff. Are you sure you don't want some coffee?
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Cole : Pretty wise for a kid Maudie. Maudie : I think you must be the only person who thinks of me as a kid, Cole.
Cole : Pretty wise for a kid Maudie. Maudie : I think you must be the only person who thinks of me as a kid, Cole.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I guess you're supposed to take care of me. Cole : Well, not that I couldn't do it Harrah but I don't think I'd like that. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I'm glad to hear you say that. Not that I couldn't handle you but I don't think I'd like that either.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I guess you're supposed to take care of me. Cole : Well, not that I couldn't do it Harrah but I don't think I'd like that. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I'm glad to hear you say that. Not that I couldn't handle you but I don't think I'd like that either.
Cole : J.P, why don't you settle down? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I just can't help it Cole. I've got the shakes so bad... Cole : You've had 'em before. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Yeah, well not with a hole in my leg, and a bunch of unfriendly people hanging around outside just waiting for somebody to... Cole : What do you wanna do? Quit?
Cole : J.P, why don't you settle down? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I just can't help it Cole. I've got the shakes so bad... Cole : You've had 'em before. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Yeah, well not with a hole in my leg, and a bunch of unfriendly people hanging around outside just waiting for somebody to... Cole : What do you wanna do? Quit?
Cole : When do you expect the United States Marshal? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Oh man, I don't remember the last time he was here. Bull Harris : He was here. You gave him a big welcome. Flung a bottle at him. Cole : An empty bottle? Bull Harris : Yeah, he wasn't that far gone.
Cole : When do you expect the United States Marshal? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Oh man, I don't remember the last time he was here. Bull Harris : He was here. You gave him a big welcome. Flung a bottle at him. Cole : An empty bottle? Bull Harris : Yeah, he wasn't that far gone.
Cole : You were pretty good in there. Like old times. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Man, don't tell me how good I was. I just got away with it because I had an hangover. I was too mad to be scared and too sick to worry about it. You know that. Cole : I've been there.
Cole : You were pretty good in there. Like old times. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Man, don't tell me how good I was. I just got away with it because I had an hangover. I was too mad to be scared and too sick to worry about it. You know that. Cole : I've been there.
Cole : Aren't you gonna say anything? Maudie : Would it do me any good to say it? Cole : Say what? Maudie : That this is crazy? No, I'm not gonna say anything. I'm just gonna go out and buy you a pine box.
Cole : Aren't you gonna say anything? Maudie : Would it do me any good to say it? Cole : Say what? Maudie : That this is crazy? No, I'm not gonna say anything. I'm just gonna go out and buy you a pine box.
Cole : Next time you shoot somebody, don't go near 'em till you're sure they're dead!
Cole : Next time you shoot somebody, don't go near 'em till you're sure they're dead!
Kevin MacDonald : Are you backin' him up, Thornton? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : No he isn't. Cole : Let's just say I'm on your side, and this is no job for amateurs.
Kevin MacDonald : Are you backin' him up, Thornton? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : No he isn't. Cole : Let's just say I'm on your side, and this is no job for amateurs.
Cole : You left a boy out there to do a man's job!
Cole : You left a boy out there to do a man's job!
Mississippi : Well, we are we headed? Cole : To see a girl. Mississippi : To see a *girl*? Cole : Yes, a girl! Don't you think I could know a girl?
Mississippi : Well, we are we headed? Cole : To see a girl. Mississippi : To see a *girl*? Cole : Yes, a girl! Don't you think I could know a girl?
Mississippi : Always liked that poem too. Makes me wanna... Cole : Ride, boldly ride? Well it don't work out that way. Mississippi : I'm learnin' that.
Mississippi : Always liked that poem too. Makes me wanna... Cole : Ride, boldly ride? Well it don't work out that way. Mississippi : I'm learnin' that.
Cole : Next time you shoot somebody, don't go near 'em till you're... sure they're dead!
Cole : Next time you shoot somebody, don't go near 'em till you're... sure they're dead!
Milt : You've got a lot of faith in me, don't ya, Nelse? Nelse McLeod : Faith can move mountains, Milt. But it can't beat a faster draw. There's only three men I know with his kind of speed. One's dead. The other's me. And the third is Cole Thornton. Cole : There's a fourth. Nelse McLeod : Which one are you? Cole : I'm Thornton. [Milt withdraws] Nelse McLeo...
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Milt : You've got a lot of faith in me, don't ya, Nelse? Nelse McLeod : Faith can move mountains, Milt. But it can't beat a faster draw. There's only three men I know with his kind of speed. One's dead. The other's me. And the third is Cole Thornton. Cole : There's a fourth. Nelse McLeod : Which one are you? Cole : I'm Thornton. [Milt withdraws] Nelse McLeod : Aren't you glad you didn't try, Milt? Pick up your guns, both of you, real easy. Cole : Like he said, real easy.
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Sheriff J. P. Harrah : He went out that door! Cole : Well you oughta know! You missed him!
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : He went out that door! Cole : Well you oughta know! You missed him!
[Cole Thornton is turning down Bart Jason] Bart Jason : Since when did hired guns get choosy? You're paid to take... Cole : I'm paid to risk my neck. I'll decide where and when I'll do it. This isn't it. Bart Jason : Ya know, Thornton, I got an idea you just don't want to go up against Sheriff J.P. Harrah. Cole : You know, you're just about right? Bart Jaso...
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[Cole Thornton is turning down Bart Jason] Bart Jason : Since when did hired guns get choosy? You're paid to take... Cole : I'm paid to risk my neck. I'll decide where and when I'll do it. This isn't it. Bart Jason : Ya know, Thornton, I got an idea you just don't want to go up against Sheriff J.P. Harrah. Cole : You know, you're just about right? Bart Jason : You think he's that good? Cole : I tell ya he's that good.
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Cole : What kept you? Mississippi : I was talking to a girl. She said she saw... Cole : A girl? Mississippi : Don't you think I can know a girl?
Cole : What kept you? Mississippi : I was talking to a girl. She said she saw... Cole : A girl? Mississippi : Don't you think I can know a girl?
Cole : Where is Mississippi? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Who is Mississippi? Cole : Well that's the kid... fella that was around with us all night. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Where is he? Cole : That's what I was asking Bull. Bull Harris : Across the street at the stable. Saw someone pointing a gun after us. Cole : He ought to know better than that. Bull Harris : You...
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Cole : Where is Mississippi? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Who is Mississippi? Cole : Well that's the kid... fella that was around with us all night. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Where is he? Cole : That's what I was asking Bull. Bull Harris : Across the street at the stable. Saw someone pointing a gun after us. Cole : He ought to know better than that. Bull Harris : You want me to go after him? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Bull, you certainly ought to know better. Bull Harris : The first time in two months I've felt like doing nothing for you, now you don't want me to do it. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Was there something wrong with that or is it just my hangover? Bull Harris : You made better sense when you was drinking.
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Cole : Sheriff, you... you alright? [Sees J.P's face] Cole : No you ain't.
Cole : Sheriff, you... you alright? [Sees J.P's face] Cole : No you ain't.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : You know something Cole, I think we'd better get ourselves a new girl. Cole : Yeah. Maudie : You'd better not. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Why not? Maudie : I'm girl enough for both of you.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : You know something Cole, I think we'd better get ourselves a new girl. Cole : Yeah. Maudie : You'd better not. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Why not? Maudie : I'm girl enough for both of you.
Cole : Step down off that horse. Mississippi : You always giving people orders?
Cole : Step down off that horse. Mississippi : You always giving people orders?
Bull Harris : [Cole gets ready to punch J.P] Cole! He won't feel it. Cole : Well I owe him one.
Bull Harris : [Cole gets ready to punch J.P] Cole! He won't feel it. Cole : Well I owe him one.
Cole : What was the idea of diving under those horses? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Diving under those horses? Mississippi : Yeah. A man can't shoot good when his horse is jumping, and a horse will not step on a man. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : He won't? Mississippi : He will? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Alan Bourdillion Ter-who? Cole : Terhane. Mississippi : Trahearne! Col...
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Cole : What was the idea of diving under those horses? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Diving under those horses? Mississippi : Yeah. A man can't shoot good when his horse is jumping, and a horse will not step on a man. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : He won't? Mississippi : He will? Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Alan Bourdillion Ter-who? Cole : Terhane. Mississippi : Trahearne! Cole : [with Hara] Trahearne. Mississippi : Yeah.
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Cole : Either one of ya know a fast way to sober a man up? Bull Harris : A bunch of howlin' indians out for hair'll do it quicker'n anything I know.
Cole : Either one of ya know a fast way to sober a man up? Bull Harris : A bunch of howlin' indians out for hair'll do it quicker'n anything I know.
Bull Harris : [while mixing the hangover cure] Here's your gunpowder. Cole : *Gunpowder?* Bull Harris : Yup. Mississippi remembered it on the way to the store. Mississippi : Put it in, Bull. Bull Harris : All of it? Mississippi : Uh-huh, all of it. Cole : I hope you don't... blow him up!
Bull Harris : [while mixing the hangover cure] Here's your gunpowder. Cole : *Gunpowder?* Bull Harris : Yup. Mississippi remembered it on the way to the store. Mississippi : Put it in, Bull. Bull Harris : All of it? Mississippi : Uh-huh, all of it. Cole : I hope you don't... blow him up!
Bart Jason : [Thornton is trying to distract McLeod outside of Jason's saloon] Didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Thornton. Cole : Hello, McLeod. Bart Jason : I said... Nelse McLeod : My show, Jason. Hi, Thornton. Cole : There's a little question... unanswered between us. Nelse McLeod : Which one of us is best? Cole : That's right. Nelse McLeod : I don't th...
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Bart Jason : [Thornton is trying to distract McLeod outside of Jason's saloon] Didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Thornton. Cole : Hello, McLeod. Bart Jason : I said... Nelse McLeod : My show, Jason. Hi, Thornton. Cole : There's a little question... unanswered between us. Nelse McLeod : Which one of us is best? Cole : That's right. Nelse McLeod : I don't think we're gonna find out the answer to that question. Cole : No? Nelse McLeod : No. Your gun hand's no good. Cole : You just give me time to get down off of this wagon and we'll find out. Nelse McLeod : Why should I give you any time? Cole : Call it professional courtesy. Bart Jason : Don't listen to him. Why should you give him time? Nelse McLeod : Curiosity, Jason. Cole : [Bull blows his bugle, and when McLeod around, Thornton dives of the wagon and mortally wounds McLeod with a hidden gun] McLeod? Nelse McLeod : You didn't give me any chance at all, did you? Cole : No, I didn't. You're too good to give a chance to. Nelse McLeod : Yeah. I let a one-armed man take me.
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Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Cole they laughed at me. Right in front of McLeod, they just laughed at me. Cole : They've been laughing at you... for a couple of months. You just haven't being sober enough to hear it.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Cole they laughed at me. Right in front of McLeod, they just laughed at me. Cole : They've been laughing at you... for a couple of months. You just haven't being sober enough to hear it.
Cole : Now just a minute, son. Mississippi : I... AM NOT... YOUR SON. My name is Alan Bourdillion Traherne. Cole : ...Lord Almighty... Mississippi : Yeah.
Cole : Now just a minute, son. Mississippi : I... AM NOT... YOUR SON. My name is Alan Bourdillion Traherne. Cole : ...Lord Almighty... Mississippi : Yeah.
Cole : Did you get him? Mississippi : Who? Cole : The fella that ran outta the church! Mississippi : Well, yes and no. Cole : Yes and no? Did you or didn't you? Mississippi : I hit the sign, and the sign hit him. Cole : Well, that's great. Mississippi : He was limping when he left! Cole : He was limping when he got here!
Cole : Did you get him? Mississippi : Who? Cole : The fella that ran outta the church! Mississippi : Well, yes and no. Cole : Yes and no? Did you or didn't you? Mississippi : I hit the sign, and the sign hit him. Cole : Well, that's great. Mississippi : He was limping when he left! Cole : He was limping when he got here!
Bull Harris : [about Cole and Mississippi going on patrol] If you're gonna do that, here's a couple of badges. [gives them to Cole and Mississippi] Bull Harris : Now, raise your right hand. [they do as told] Bull Harris : I forgot the words, but you better say 'I do'! Cole , Mississippi : I do! Bull Harris : Now you're deputies! Mississippi : You suppose ...
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Bull Harris : [about Cole and Mississippi going on patrol] If you're gonna do that, here's a couple of badges. [gives them to Cole and Mississippi] Bull Harris : Now, raise your right hand. [they do as told] Bull Harris : I forgot the words, but you better say 'I do'! Cole , Mississippi : I do! Bull Harris : Now you're deputies! Mississippi : You suppose these will do any good if somebody takes a shot at us? Bull Harris : Give them a good mark to shoot at.
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Mississippi : [while mixing some hangover cure] Let's see. We got ipecac and mustard and cayenne. That leaves us asafetida. Cole : Are you sure that Johnny Diamond wasn't an embalmer?
Mississippi : [while mixing some hangover cure] Let's see. We got ipecac and mustard and cayenne. That leaves us asafetida. Cole : Are you sure that Johnny Diamond wasn't an embalmer?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : What the hell are you doin' here? Cole : I'm lookin' at a tin star with a... drunk pinned on it.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : What the hell are you doin' here? Cole : I'm lookin' at a tin star with a... drunk pinned on it.
Mississippi : [examining J.P.'s leg after he's been shot] I gotta cut this pant leg. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Well, go ahead and cut it! Have you got a kni... [Mississippi pulls out his knife from its hiding place on his back] Sheriff J. P. Harrah : A knife? Uh, I suppose I've asked this before, but just who? [looks at Cole instead] Sheriff J. P. Harrah : W...
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Mississippi : [examining J.P.'s leg after he's been shot] I gotta cut this pant leg. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Well, go ahead and cut it! Have you got a kni... [Mississippi pulls out his knife from its hiding place on his back] Sheriff J. P. Harrah : A knife? Uh, I suppose I've asked this before, but just who? [looks at Cole instead] Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Who is he? Cole : Tell him your name, Mississippi. Mississippi : [sighs and looks up] Alan Bourdillion Trehearne. Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Well, no wonder he carries a knife.
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