Hopalong Cassidy

Red Connors:
You know, Hoppy, the longer I hang around with you, the less I know what's in your mind.

Hopalong Cassidy:
That goes two ways - double!

Blaine Turner:
Now, Betty and I will each file on a homestead right here. Sheriff, you and your men can file on the surrounding sites.

[Hoppy and his men enter Turner's room with their pistols drawn]

Hopalong Cassidy:
Get a look at these sights first. Get your hands up!

Red Connors:
What am I going to do with this hat? I paid eight dollars for it.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Give it to your sister.

Red Connors:
Aw, you know I ain't got no sister.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Well, maybe you will have a sister.

Red Connors:
Well, how am I ever going to have a sister? I ain't even got a father and mother.

[last lines]

Hopalong Cassidy:
Just to save any argument, I'll give you eight dollars.

Red Connors:
No, you keep it. I got eight dollars of excitement out of it. Here - here's a present for you, Maggie Two Foot.

[first lines]

Hopalong Cassidy:
[voice-over] My saddle pal, Red Connors, and I were riding deep in the heart of the Sierra Blanca country on a strange mission. A week ago, the assistant chief of the Bureau of Indian Affairs had sent for me. And in his office in Santa Fe, New Mexico...

Carmencita Escobar:
What you hombres want?

Red Connors:
I'd like a tall glass of fizz water with a little cherry syrup in it.

Carmencita Escobar:
We have beer, wine and whiskey. That's all!

Red Connors:
No sarsaparilla?

Carmencita Escobar:
Are you making jokes? This is a place of business. What for you, Senor?

Hopalong Cassidy:
Information.

Poynter:
What's your pitch, Mister?

Hopalong Cassidy:
The answer is none of your business.

Andrews:
We're makin' it our business. Manuel was our friend.

Red Connors:
You don't strike me as the kind that'd have any friends.

Poynter:
We'll keep an eye on those two. I got a hunch they'll lead us to Manuel.

Andrews:
I got a hunch you're askin' for trouble.

Hopalong Cassidy:
How much have you had to drink?

California Carlson:
Oh... three or four bottles maybe. Can't drink too much of this stuff. Bubbles get up into your nose.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Bubbles? What are you drinking?

California Carlson:
Sarsaparilla.

Hopalong Cassidy:
I think there's gonna be trouble. And wherever there's trouble, somebody gets hurt.

Miss Lucy Abbott:
I'm not afraid of you, Mawson. And tomorrow I'll prove it by calling a meeting of the decent citizens of this town. Then we'll see rather it's the three 'R's that I'll teach, or rather you've changed them to Rye, Rebel and Roulette!

Hopalong Cassidy:
In the meantime, I'm going to hang around until someone can remember where they misplaced that school teacher.

[discussing an attempted stagecoach hold-up]

Noreen Thomas:
Wasn't it exciting?

Stage Driver:
We get too much of that kind of excitement out here, Miss. Personally, I'll take it nice and quiet.

[Red suffers from amnesia]

Red Connors:
You still insist we are friends, amigo?

Hopalong Cassidy:
Yeah, but that could change any minute if you don't come along quietly.

Roger Endicott:
When you get more rested up, we'll go over the books.

Noreen Thomas:
Very well, but remember one thing, Mr. Endicott: my brother lost his life for that mine and I have no intention of letting it slip through my fingers.

Roger Endicott:
Neither have I.

Noreen Thomas:
Do you still want that Spanish grant, Don Diego Colorado? I have it, remember?

Red Connors:
What would an Irishman named Connors want with a Spanish grant?

Deacon Denby:
Oh Brother Connors, you were born to be a man of violence. Will you never learn that the meek shall inherit the earth?

Red Connors:
I know all about that: the men who live by the gun will die by the gun thing.

Hopalong Cassidy:
You mean those who live by the sword, don't you, Red?

Red Connors:
Well, swords or guns - it's all the same.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Ever try to shoot a sword?

Red Connors:
Well, the only meek ones I ever knew end up only inheriting a small plot of earth - about six by four.

[first lines]

Hopalong Cassidy:
First it had been the Bonanza Mine over near Mesa City. They had held that up in broad daylight and got away with more than twenty thousand dollars worth of gold. Three nights later they held up the owner of the Silver Dollar gambling hall in Verde and got away with over ten thousand dollars. And four nights ago they had hit the bank at Big Rock city for their biggest haul, and killed the night watchman as well. All this had happened within ten days, within 50 miles of the town of Twin Rivers. So, because there had been Army money stolen from the bank at Big Rock, the government had asked me and my saddle pal, Red Connors, to step in.

[Hoppy breaks up a fight between Red and Daly]

Hopalong Cassidy:
On your way, Daly.

Daly:
You want to cut in on this deal?

Hopalong Cassidy:
Not unless I'm invited.

Daly:
What's the matter? Yellow?

Hopalong Cassidy:
That's an invitation.

[Hoppy slugs Daly]

[Hoppy and Red capture two frightened youngsters who tried to scare them away by firing at them]

Hopalong Cassidy:
You know, shootin' from ambush is a bad habit. You may not live long enough to outgrow it.

Red Connors:
Why don't you listen to Hoppy?

Tommy Lewis:
Why don't you lay off me - always tellin' me what to do.

Red Connors:
All I ever says to him is "Why don't you go to school, why don't you clean yourself up and why don't you quit hangin' around your dad's gamblin' place?"

Tommy Lewis:
See what I mean, Hoppy? He 'why don'ts' me to death.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Just between us, how long had Lewis been using a marked deck?

Jack Gardner:
I don't know, Cassidy, but he's had those in his desk for six months.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Are these the same kind of cards he had in the game when he was shot?

Jack Gardner:
Yeah. Take a look at the markings - they're perfect. Not one chance in a million of anyone finding out about it.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Coates found out about it.

Jack Gardner:
Well, that's that chance in a million.

Red Connors:
So you're the skunk who ran away with Tommy's mom when he was five years old. What are you doin' now - rustlin' sheep?

Tommy Lewis:
Gee, Hoppy, I know you're doin' what's best for me, but I hate to leave you and Red.

Red Connors:
I don't know what's the matter with you, Tommy. Here you gotta chance to get an education and be a big doctor or a lawyer or somethin'.

Tommy Lewis:
I don't want to be a big doctor or lawyer or somethin'. I'd rather stay here and be just like you.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Oh, not that, Tommy! Not that!

[first lines]

Hopalong Cassidy:
[voice-over] It was one of those hot, windless days when you feel like you're being smothered in wool flannel, and even the air seems stale and kind of second-hand. We were determined to find a new and shorter route to drive our cattle to the railhead. Red and I had been riding since sunup. We were hot and tired, so we decided to rest for a few minutes.

Frank Scofield:
Who's that you just asked about?

Red Connors:
Hoppy... Hopalong Cassidy.

Frank Scofield:
Kinda out of his territory, isn't he?

Red Connors:
I wouldn't say that. Anywhere you find Hoppy - that's his territory.

[last lines]

Norman Blaine:
Hoppy, how can I ever thank you enough?

Christine Russell:
Or I?

Hopalong Cassidy:
You don't have to. Just be happy in the fact that your troubles are over.

Red Connors:
You're wrong there, Hoppy. Norman's troubles aren't over yet.

Norman Blaine:
Why, how do you figure?

Red Connors:
Easy enough. You're gettin' married, ain't ya?

[Hoppy and Red are fighting with a Nelson's henchmen]

Hopalong Cassidy:
How ya doin', Red?

Red Connors:
I got a stubborn one who won't go down.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Well, try lettin' him loose. Maybe he'll just fall down.

[Red releases Dillon's collar and the henchman slumps to the floor]

Hopalong Cassidy:
Put that bottle down!

Nelson Whitley:
Not until I've cleared you out of here.

Hopalong Cassidy:
Are you going to behave yourself, or am I going to have to turn you over my knee and spank you?

Red Connors:
How come you have a man's last name for a first name?

Nelson Whitley:
Red, I've been asked that same question hundreds of times, but for you, I'm going to answer it. You see, my father's name was Whitley and my mother's name was Jones. Now I had an Aunt Sophie and an uncle named Hemingway, so they all got together and decided to name me Nelson. Does that answer your question?

[first lines]

Hopalong Cassidy:
[voice-over] Red Connors and I had ridden the 50 miles from the town of Twin Rivers to attend the funeral of my old friend Clem Watson, sheriff of Pima County. Clem's death had come as the climax of a strange series of bank burglaries in the surrounding counties, each spaced exactly a month apart. And in each, the method of operation would be the same. An elderly woman would come into the bank to open an account. That night, someone would break into the bank, manipulate the combination to the safe, and make off with its contents. But not until the robbery of the bank in Pima City, had the old lady been connected with the burglaries. Two days ago, the banker there advised the woman on some investments. That evening, returning to his office to take care of some unfinished work...

[first lines]

Hopalong Cassidy:
[voice-over] This is Arizona, over a hundred thousand square miles in mountains, desert, and plains. Raising cattle is the big business. Right now it's in pretty bad shape. A drought started early in the year. Streams and waterholes have dried up. That's why Red Connors and I are here. Herb Dougherty, an old friend of ours who went into the banking business after he made a rich gold strike, had sent for us. He's in Little Rock Basin, the cattle-raising center of Arizona.