Johnny Guitar
1954
Johnny: There's only two things in this world that a 'real man' needs: a cup of coffee and a good smoke.
Dancin' Kid: I didn't get your name stranger. Johnny: Guitar. Johnny Guitar. Dancin' Kid: You call that a name? Johnny: Care to try and change it?
Dancin' Kid: I like you, Guitar Man. How'd you like to work for me? Johnny: I wouldn't. Dancin' Kid: Now all of a sudden I don't like you. Johnny: Now that makes me real sad.
Johnny: How many men have you forgotten? Vienna: As many women as you've remembered. Johnny: Don't go away. Vienna: I haven't moved. Johnny: Tell me something nice. Vienna: Sure, what do you want to hear? Johnny: Lie to me. Tell me all these years you've waited. Tell me. Vienna: (without feeling) All those years I've waited. Johnny: Tell me you'd a-died if I hadn't come back. Vienna: (without feeling) I woulda died if you hadn't come back. Johnny: Tell me you still love me like I love you. Vienna: (without feeling) I still love you like you love me. Johnny: (bitterly) Thanks. Thanks a lot.
Emma: You're nothing but a railroad tramp.
Emma: I'm going to kill you. Vienna: I know. If I don't kill you first.
Dancin' Kid: Bart, you don't drink, you don't smoke, you're mean to horses. What do you like? Bart: Me! I like me! And I'm takin' good care of me!
Vienna: You shouldn't have come back, Tom. Old Tom: I won't be in the way. Vienna: I can't have anyone here. Old Tom: Nobody notices me. I'm just part of the furniture.
Vienna: Down there I sell whiskey and cards. All you can buy up these stairs is a bullet in the head. Now which do you want?
Vienna: If you remember, McGyvers gave me 24 hours to close. I drew out my own money, paid off my boys... and I'm closed. You can't buy a drink or turn a card. I'm sitting here in my own house, minding my own business, playing my own piano. I don't think you can make a crime out of that.
Johnny: (starting a song) Her name was Emma Smalls, Emma Smalls.
Emma: You all think she's some fine lady and that doing nothing makes you fine gentlemen. Well she ain't! And you're not!
Old Tom: (dying words) Look... everybody's looking at me. It's the first time I ever felt important.