The Roaming Cowboy
(1937)
(while pursuing outlaws, Cal and Fuzzy are injured when they both fall from their trusty steeds) Cal Brent: Listen Fuzzy, when we get back to town remind me to get two well-broke rockin' horses.
Evans: Perhaps I'd better withdraw my offer. I want this outfit, all right, but I don't want to buy a range war with it!
Cal Brent: Well, Mr Morgan, we're buyin' chips in this game, whatever it is. I'd like to tie up with some outfit... that is, if you can use a couple of riders. Ranch hand: If we've got a range war on our hands, we want operators who can throw lead, not mounted canaries.
(Cal threatens to hang the waterhole poisoner) Cal Brent: Now, we'd rather know who the boss is than see the hired man dance on air, but if you'd rather dance than talk, why...
(the waterhole poisoner has just been mortally wounded by his gang) Cal Brent: Now listen, Mister! Your own pal shot ya. Here's your chance to square yourself. Who are you workin' for? Water poisoner: You-you can go wh-where I'm headin!
Cal Brent: Good gosh, lady! You haven't been kidnapped. Why, you've been rescued! Jeannie Morgan: Oh, thank you so very much, but I really don't care for your kind of rescue. Cal Brent: Well, you're going to be rescued whether you want to or not. Jeannie Morgan: Oh, you're incorrigible! Cal Brent: Am not. I'm a Democrat.