Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid (1973)
Billy: Ol' Pat... Sheriff Pat Garrett. Sold out to the Santa Fe ring. How does it feel?
Garrett: It feels like... times have changed.
Billy: Times, maybe. Not me.
Billy: [after firing a coachgun loaded with 10 cents coins at Deputy Bob Ollinger] Keep change, Bob!
Luke: You'll just end up like all the other gringos - drinkin' tequila, shittin' out chili peppers, & waitin' fer... nothin'.
Lemuel: Yo'ant yo'self a Wo-man?... One come in there from Albuquerque around the cat house over... name is Bertha... 'got a ass on her like a forty dollar cow 'n' a tit - I'd like to see that thing filled full o' tequila. You know something? You can't beat that, can ya'?
Billy: [to the man whose horse he's stolen after breaking out of jail and killing Deputy Sheriff Bob Ollinger with a shotgun loaded with 16 silver dimes, after the man complains about being reimbursed for the animal] "There's a buck-sixty in old Bob if you can dig it out."
Garrett: Why don't you take your money, shove it up your ass, and set fire to it?
Gov. Lew Wallace: Commendable notion, Sheriff.
Ollinger: On your knees.
Billy: Kiss my ass!
[Ollinger knocks Billy off his chair and puts a shotgun to his head]
Ollinger: REPENT, you son of a bitch!
Billy: Sweet Jesus, I repent!
Denver: [to Alias] What's your name, boy?
Denver: Alias what?
Alias: Alias anything you please.
Denver: What do we call you?
Beaver: Hell, let's call him Alias!
Alias: That's what I'd do.
Denver: Alias it is.
Garrett: Won't some of you people get him up off the ground and into it?
Lemuel: You made me have a bowel movement in my britches. I ain't never gonna forgive you for that.
Ollinger: I sure wish you'd try, son. I got my shotgun full of 16 thin dimes. Enough to spread you out like a crazy woman's quilt.
Will: When are you going to learn that you can't trust anybody, not even yourself?
Billy: [Billy aims a shotgun at Ollinger] How's Jesus look to you now, Bob?
Sheriff Colin Baker: Understand you been ridin' for Chisum. I'd rather be on the outside of the law than packing a badge for that town of Lincoln and them that's a-runnin' it.
Pat Garrett: It's a job. Comes an age in a man's life when he don't wanna spend time figuring what comes next.
Billy: I sure never figured on you taking on the badge.
Alamosa Bill: Didn't figure on it myself. I was just in town being sociable. Rode in from Seven Rivers to watch you hang. Garrett swore me in when you lit out.
Mr. Horrell: Just got through putting up that new cottonwood door. Used the old one for my son John. He got into a shooting with Olin Carroll. He's buried out yonder there.
Billy: I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Horrell.
Mr. Horrell: John was a good hand. Couldn't shoot, though.
Alamosa Bill: [Billy and Alamosa prepare to shoot it out] I don't suppose there's any other way we could work this out? Nah. Well, let's get to it. Ten steps?
Billy: Suits me. You count 'em.
Billy: You ain't thought of another way, have you?
Alamosa Bill: No, I can't come up with nothing.
Billy: Get to it.
Pat Garrett: Now I want you to stand over behind Breed, here. Now I want you to take the stock of that gun and rap him smartly on the back of the head. You do it, boy, or this bullet that's going through his chest is liable to come out the other side and tickle your private parts.
Pat Garrett: Lemuel.
Pat Garrett: You drag your fat ass over here so we can all see you.
Lemuel: You're crazier than a mule-humpin' goat. Sitting there with all that law crammed inside of you just bustin' to get out. I wouldn't give a sweet jerk in hell if the Kid *did* lay you out.
Pat Garrett: [to the prostitutes undressing him in his as the start to take off his longjohns] Pull hard. They've been on a long time.
Billy: Whatya takin' me in for?
Garrett: [to Deputy Sheriff J.W. Bell] Which one was that?
Deputy Sheriff J.W. Bell: Buckshot Roberts.
Garrett: For the killing of Buckshot Roberts!
Billy: [to his confederates] Hell, that was a year ago. I shot him straight up.
Billy: [to Pat Garrett] Come on in Pat, I'll warm ya breakfast!
Billy: [Billy's braggadocio is answered by a hail of gunfire] I guess he already had breakfast.
Kip McKinney: Nah... I ain't goin'.
Pat Garrett: You owe it to me.
Kip McKinney: I do? For *what*?
Pat Garrett: For not killing at over at rosewater, for gettin' you this job, and not seein' run you outta this territory, for pullin' you outta that snow drift up at Shamus, and for cold cockin' you over at Stillwater Saloon last fall, and savin' you from Rabbit Owens from bitin' off your ear, and from just puttin' up with you for a hell of a lot longer than I oughta...
Kip McKinney: Yeah... Well I hope they spell my name right in the paper.
Garrett: Bob, what else do you believe in, besides God?
Garrett: Just like old Ollinger - has the minority opinion on everything.
Billy: I know one's waiting on you, hoss, with a knife. Remember them sisters?
Garrett: No. Which ones was they?
Billy: That one you got up and asked how much you owed her. And she said,"Whatever you think it's worth." You threw a dime on her pillow. The glrl said, " If that's all it's worth, I might as well sew it up."
Poe: Chisum is a fine man. Country's gotta make a choice. Time's over for drifters and outlaws and those who got no backbone.
Garrett: I'm gonna tell you this once. I don't wanna have to say it again. This country's getting old and I aim to get old with it. Now, the Kid don't want it that way. He might be a better man for it. I ain't judging. But I don't want you explaining nothing to me. And I don't want you saying nothing about the Kid and nobody else in my god damn county.
Howland: Can you bring him in or should we look elsewhere?
Garrett: Oh, I can bring him in. If the big peckerheads don't mess things up by starting another cattle war.
Howland: I can assure you, Mr. Garrett, that Chisum and the others have been advised to recognize their position. And in this particular game, there are only a few plays left. I'd advise you to grab on to a winning hand while you have a chance.
Billy: I believe old Pat's lost his sand. He won't come on a man.
Deputy Sheriff J.W. Bell: You ought not to talk about him that way, Billy. You and him used to be pretty close.
Billy: He ain't the same man. He signed himself over to Chisum and every other god damn landowner that's trying to put a fence around this country. Hell, that's what you been doing, ain't it, Bell? Selling us out and gettin' fat.
Deputy Sheriff J.W. Bell: It ain't that easy, Billy.
Sheriff Colin Baker: What are you doing with that piece of sheep dip? I'd like to blow his thieving head off just for riding through my town.
Gov. Lew Wallace: I do hope you enjoy these rainy New Mexican evenings. They have a fabulous melancholy to them. They bring us closer to some greater design. At least I hope so.
Chisum: Why did you ride all the way out here?
Poe: We thought maybe you'd heard something.
Chisum: Yeah, I'll tell you what I heard. Billy the Kid is in Tascosa. Billy the Kid is in Tombstone. Billy the Kid is in Mexico, Tularosa, Socorro, White Oaks. *And* - Billy the Kid is at my table, right at this moment, eating tacos and green chili peppers with my niece, just like old times. You staying for supper?
Alias: You could leave, you could live in Mexico.
Billy: Could you?
Alias: Yeah. I could live anywhere. I could leave anywhere too.
Alias: Mexico won't be so bad for a couple of months.
Billy: I guess that depends who you are. But if I was y'all, I'd be clearing out of here. Gonna be some hard times coming down. Remember me to whoever rides by.
Billy: Mexico might not be bad for a couple of months.
Alias: Depends on who you are.
Billy: I reckon.
Maxwell: I recollect the time Toddy Sparks got his horse stolen. Jace Summers stole it. Just up and stole it. It was up by Del Rio. Old Toddy got even, though. He sure did! Put a rattler in Jace's blanket. Bit him through the neck. Buried him in a thunderstorm. Summer of '71 it was.
Black Harris: Us old boys ought not to be doing this to each other. Ain't that many of us left. Remember? You and me rode into this county together. How long ago was that, Pat?
Garrett: Oh, hell, about 15 years ago.
Black Harris: Pat, I know where the Kid's at. I'll tell you - when you're lying proper on the ground. It'll be the last words you ever hear.