El Dorado Quotes
Cole Thornton, a gunfighter for hire, joins forces with an old friend, Sheriff J.P. Hara. Together with an old Indian fighter and a gambler, they help a rancher and his family fight a rival rancher that is trying to steal their water.
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.
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.
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.
[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.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: [Cole has just been treated for a gunshot wound] Doctor, can he be moved?
Dr. Miller: Sure, in a couple of hours, but don't go bouncin' him around.
Maudie: He can stay here. I'll... I'll make him comfortable.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Oh, I've got a fine bed over at my place. It's, uh, narrow and it's hard and it's uncomfortable, but, uh, he won't get bounced around.
Dr. Miller: Sure, in a couple of hours, but don't go bouncin' him around.
Maudie: He can stay here. I'll... I'll make him comfortable.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Oh, I've got a fine bed over at my place. It's, uh, narrow and it's hard and it's uncomfortable, but, uh, he won't get bounced around.
Maudie: You must like that man. Want me to tell you about him?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: You don't have to tell me about Cole.
Maudie: I know I don't. That's why I want to. I met Cole right after my husband was killed. I did tell you that.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Yeah, you told me.
Maudie: Well, there I was stranded. A gambler's widow, not a chip to my name. Cole was awful good to me. Gave me a stake. Helped me get on my feet. Never would take a... I don't know J.P, with Cole and me I guess it's a... I'll always think of him as a... , as a...
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: He's a top hand.
Maudie: I guess so.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Yeah, well, Cole always was pretty lucky.
Maudie: Have you known him a long time?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Yeah I've known him a long time, since before the war. We've, uh, we've travelled some together.
Maudie: Sure, I know what that means. It means either you saved his life or he saved yours, or both. And neither one of you will talk about it. Men.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Would you like it set to music, Maudie, with a full orchestra?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: You don't have to tell me about Cole.
Maudie: I know I don't. That's why I want to. I met Cole right after my husband was killed. I did tell you that.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Yeah, you told me.
Maudie: Well, there I was stranded. A gambler's widow, not a chip to my name. Cole was awful good to me. Gave me a stake. Helped me get on my feet. Never would take a... I don't know J.P, with Cole and me I guess it's a... I'll always think of him as a... , as a...
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: He's a top hand.
Maudie: I guess so.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Yeah, well, Cole always was pretty lucky.
Maudie: Have you known him a long time?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Yeah I've known him a long time, since before the war. We've, uh, we've travelled some together.
Maudie: Sure, I know what that means. It means either you saved his life or he saved yours, or both. And neither one of you will talk about it. Men.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Would you like it set to music, Maudie, with a full orchestra?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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!
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.
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.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Bull, I need you.
Bull Harris: You what?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: I need you, Bull.
Bull Harris: Now if you start being nice to me, I'll quit you for sure. Shock'd be too much. I'd sooner have you hungover and nasty.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Speaking of that, how about a little drink, Bull?
Bull Harris: Darn it. Took you a long time to think of that one.
Bull Harris: You what?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: I need you, Bull.
Bull Harris: Now if you start being nice to me, I'll quit you for sure. Shock'd be too much. I'd sooner have you hungover and nasty.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Speaking of that, how about a little drink, Bull?
Bull Harris: Darn it. Took you a long time to think of that one.
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?
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?
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?
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?
Matt MacDonald: Well, look who's here.
Kevin MacDonald: You're a little late ain't ya.
Saul MacDonald: Yeah, whatcha you do, stop off for a drink?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: All right, I'm late. I maybe too late but that's no reason for the rest of you to get gunned down.
Kevin MacDonald: Why do you say that?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Because you're outclassed.
Kevin MacDonald: You're a little late ain't ya.
Saul MacDonald: Yeah, whatcha you do, stop off for a drink?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: All right, I'm late. I maybe too late but that's no reason for the rest of you to get gunned down.
Kevin MacDonald: Why do you say that?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah: Because you're outclassed.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
[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 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.
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.
