The Man from Laramie
1955
Chris Boldt: Well, you strike me as a man that's looking for something and willing to pay for it. Will Lockhart: Well, that depends upon what the information is and who's selling it. Chris Boldt: Well, I ain't got no references. But anybody can tell you that Chris Boldt is a man not to be trusted. That means nobody's secrets are sacred with me. Will Lockhart: Uh, huh. And just who were you figuring on selling out? Chris Boldt: You just name 'em! Will Lockhart: It wouldn't be *me*, would it?
Will Lockhart: You're just a hard, scheming old woman, aren't you? Kate Canady: Ugly, too.
Sheriff Tom Quigby: It's your neck, Lockhart. If you want a Christian funeral, you'd better leave some money with the undertaker.
Dave Waggoman: They're grazing on Barb land, aren't they? Vic Hansbro: So they're eating a mouthful of grass! We got plenty growing around here. Dave Waggoman: Alec always says: a steer swallows a mouthful of Barb grass, it becomes a Barb steer.
Will Lockhart: Where'd an indian get a rifle like that? Frank Darrah: He don't say. I don't ask.