Mattie Ross:
Trust you to buy another tall horse.

Rooster Cogburn:
Yeah. He's not as game as Beau, but Stonehill says he can jump a four rail fence.

Mattie Ross:
You are too old and fat to be jumping horses.

Rooster Cogburn:
Well, come see a fat old man some time!

Rooster Cogburn:
Why, by God, girl, that's a Colt's Dragoon! You're no bigger than a corn nubbin, what're you doing with all this pistol?

Mattie Ross:
It belonged to my father, he carried it bravely in the war, and I intend to kill Tom Chaney with it if the law fails to do so.

Rooster Cogburn:
Well, this'll sure get the job done if you can find a fence post to rest it on while you take aim.

Ned Pepper:
What's your intention? Do you think one on four is a dogfall?

Rooster Cogburn:
I mean to kill you in one minute, Ned. Or see you hanged in Fort Smith at Judge Parker's convenience. Which'll it be?

Ned Pepper:
I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man.

Rooster Cogburn:
Fill your hands, you son of a bitch.

Rooster Cogburn:
Give me your cup.

Mattie Ross:
I don't drink coffee, thank you.

Rooster Cogburn:
Well, now, what do you drink?

Mattie Ross:
I'm partial to cold buttermilk.

Rooster Cogburn:
Well, we ain't got none of that. We ain't got no lemonade neither!

Mattie Ross:
I hope you don't think I'm going to keep you in whiskey?

Rooster Cogburn:
I don't buy that, I confiscate it. And a touch of it wouldn't do you any harm against the night air!

Mattie Ross:
I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains!

Rooster Cogburn:
Well, it's the real article! Genuine, double-rectified bust head. Aged in the keg.

Mattie Ross:
Who's the best Marshall they have?

Sheriff:
Bill Waters is the best tracker. The meanest one is Rooster Cogburn, a pitiless man, double tough, fear don't enter into his thinking. I'd have to say L.T. Quinn is the straightest, he brings his prisoners in alive.

Mattie Ross:
Where would I find this Rooster?

Sheriff:
He'll be at the federal court this afternoon, he's bringing in a load of prisoners from the territories.

Mattie Ross:
I won't rest until Tom Chaney's barking in hell.

Mattie Ross:
There's an old song that says: One white foot buy 'em, two white feet try 'em, three white feet be on the sly, four white feet pass 'em by.

Rooster Cogburn:
When's the last time you saw Ned Pepper?

Emmett Quincy:
I don't remember any Ned Pepper.

Rooster Cogburn:
Short feisty fella, nervous and quick, got a messed-up lower lip.

Emmett Quincy:
That don't bring nobody to mind. A funny lip?

Rooster Cogburn:
Wasn't always like that, I shot him in it.

Emmett Quincy:
In the lower lip? What was you aiming at?

Rooster Cogburn:
His upper lip.

LaBoeuf:
What are you doing?

Rooster Cogburn:
Lookin' for sign.

LaBoeuf:
You couldn't see it if you saw it.

Mattie Ross:
I'm here to take you back to Fort Smith and hang you.

Tom Chaney:
And I think I will not go, now how do you like that?

Tom Chaney:
Everything happens to me. Now I'm shot by a child.

Tom Chaney:
What are you doin'?

Mattie Ross:
I'm getting some water so I can wash my hands.

Tom Chaney:
A liitle smut won't hurt you.

Mattie Ross:
That's true - or else you and your chums would surely be dead.

Tom Chaney:
Don't provoke me. There's rattlesnakes down there in that pit and I'm gonna throw you in it.

Rooster Cogburn:
Damn that Texan - when you need him, he's dead.

LaBoeuf:
I ain't dead yet, you bushwhacker. Hang on.

Mattie Ross:
Do you need a good lawyer?

Ned Pepper:
I need a good judge!

Rooster Cogburn:
You can't serve papers on a rat, baby sister. You gotta kill him or let him be.

Rooster Cogburn:
They don't call him "Lucky" Ned Pepper for nothing.

Mattie Ross:
That man gave his life for him and he didn't even look back.

Rooster Cogburn:
Looking back is a bad habit.

Rooster Cogburn:
Boots, I got Hayes and some youngster outside with Moon and Quincy. I want you to bury 'em for me. I'm in a hurry.

Capt. Boots Finch:
They're dead?

Rooster Cogburn:
Well, I wouldn't want you to bury 'em if they wasn't.

Mattie Ross:
Now I know you can drink whiskey and I saw you kill a rat, but all the rest has been talk. I'm not paying for talk. I can get all the talk I need at the Monarch Boarding House.

Rooster Cogburn:
I ought to paddle your rump!

Mattie Ross:
I don't know how you propose to do that from that hog wallow you're sunk into. If I smelled as bad as you I wouldn't live near people.

LaBoeuf:
How's that?

LaBoeuf:
You squirrel-headed bastard!

Goudy:
I believe you testified that you backed away from old man Wharton?

Rooster Cogburn:
Yes, sir.

Goudy:
Which direction were you going?

Rooster Cogburn:
Backward. I always go backward when I'm backin' away.

Mattie Ross:
I'll walk over there by myself.

Rooster Cogburn:
You scared of the dark?

Mattie Ross:
I've never been scared of the dark.

Rooster Cogburn:
Well if I had a big horse pistol like that I wouldn't be scared of no "boogerman".

Mattie Ross:
I'm not scared of no "boogerman".

LaBoeuf:
A little earlier I gave some thought to stealin' a kiss from you, although you are very young... and you're unattractive to boot. But now I'm of a mind to give you five or six good licks with my belt.

Mattie Ross:
Well, one would be as unpleasant as the other.

Col. G. Stonehill:
I'll take it up with my attorney.

Mattie Ross:
And I will take it up with mine - Lawyer Daggett. And he will make money and I will make money and your lawyer will make money... and you, Mr. Licensed Auctioneer, you will foot the bill.

Col. G. Stonehill:
I will pay a total of two hundred dollars to your father's estate when I have in my hand a letter absolving me of all liability from the beginning of the world to date!

Mattie Ross:
Now I'm sure you'll find a buyer for those ponies very soon.

Col. G. Stonehill:
I have a tentative offer of ten dollars a head from the soapworks at Little Rock.

Mattie Ross:
It seems such a shame to render such spirited horseflesh into soap.

Col. G. Stonehill:
I'm confident the deal will fall through.

Mattie Ross:
Do you know a Marshal Rooster Cogburn?

Col. G. Stonehill:
Most people around here have heard of Rooster Cogburn and some people live to regret it. I would not be surprised to learn that he's a relative of yours.

Col. G. Stonehill:
Do you entertain plans of ever leaving this city?

Mattie Ross:
Yes, I'm off early tomorrow morning for the Indian nation. Marshal Rooster Cogburn and I are going after the murderer, Tom Chaney.

Col. G. Stonehill:
Cogburn. How did you light on that greasy vagabond?

Mattie Ross:
They say he has grit. I wanted a man with grit.

Col. G. Stonehill:
Well, I suppose he has that. He's a notorious thumper. He's not a man I would care to share a bed with.

Mattie Ross:
Nor would I.

Mattie Ross:
This man wants to take Chaney back to Texas. That's not what I want.

Rooster Cogburn:
He wants him caught and punished - so do you.

Mattie Ross:
I want Tom Chaney to hang for killing my father. It's little to me how many dogs and senators he killed in Texas.

Rooster Cogburn:
You can tell him to his face, you can spit in his eye, you can make him eat sand out of the road, you can shoot him in the foot and I'll hold him for you - but first we gotta catch him.

Rooster Cogburn:
You look like a hog on ice.

Mattie Ross:
That tastes like iron.

LaBoeuf:
You're lucky to be where water's so handy. I've seen the time I've drank out of a filthy hoofprint - and was glad to get it.

Rooster Cogburn:
If ever I meet one of you Texas waddies who ain't drunk water from a hoofprint, I think I'll... I'll shake their hand or buy 'em a Daniel Webster cigar.

Rooster Cogburn:
How long you boys down there been mounted on sheep?

Capt. Boots Finch:
So this is the man shot Ned Pepper's horse from under him.

Rooster Cogburn:
Yeah! This is the famous horse killer from El Paso. He believes in puttin' everybody afoot. Says there'll be less mischief that way.

LaBoeuf:
Fewer horses - fewer horse thieves.

Mattie Ross:
Hooray for the man from Texas! Some bully shot!

Rooster Cogburn:
Texican... saved my neck twice. Once after he was dead.

Mattie Ross:
You never told me you had a wife.

Rooster Cogburn:
Oh, well, I didn't have her long. My friends was a pack of river rats and she didn't crave their society so she up and left me and went back to her first husband who was clerkin' in a hardware store in Paducah. "Goodbye, Reuben," she says, "the love of decency does not abide in you!" That's a dee-vorced woman talkin' for you, about decency. Well, I told her. I said, "Goodbye, Nola, and I hope that nail-sellin' bastard makes you happy this time!"

Mattie Ross:
Did you have any children?

Rooster Cogburn:
There was a boy. Nola taken him with her. He never liked me anyway. A clumsier child you'll never see than Horace; I bet he broke 40 cup.

Rooster Cogburn:
Baby sister, I was born game and I intend to go out that way.

Rooster Cogburn:
Well, sister, the time has come for me to ride hard and fast.

Mattie Ross:
They say he has grit. I wanted a man with grit.

Goudy:
Now is it not true that you sprang up on old man Wharton and his two sons with a deadly, six shot revolver in your hand?

Rooster Cogburn:
I always try to be ready.

Goudy:
Was this revolver loaded and cocked?

Rooster Cogburn:
Well, a gun that's unloaded and cocked ain't good for nothin'.

Rooster Cogburn:
LaBouef, you get cross ways of me and you'll think a thousand of BRICK have fell on you! You'll wish you was back at the Alamo with TRAVIS!