Dead Man's Gun

Norbert Datry:
A kingsnake eats nothing but other snakes... preferably rattlesnakes. That is his sole diet. You see, it would go against my nature to cheat an honest man. But the other kind... I sleep like a baby!

Jack Fleetwood:
Did you ever go fishing, Norbert?

Norbert Datry:
Sure, lots of times. I'm good at fishing.

Jack Fleetwood:
All right. If you want to catch a fish, you have to think like one. You have to think, where would I be hiding? Gold mining is like that. You have to think like what you want to find... and ask yourself, "If I was gold, where would I be hiding" - and look there!

Jack Fleetwood:
Try to understand, Norbert, finding gold isn't the hard part.

Norbert Datry:
It's not?

Jack Fleetwood:
No, the hard part is keeping it.

Harry McDonacle:
You don't know it, but you're about to witness a legend being made.

Brittany:
You look the same to me.

Cole:
Maybe I am different. But I beat those men. It's not the gun... it's me.

Narrator:
In the American West, a gun touched by evil passed from hand to hand, changing the lives of all who possessed it. As its legend grew, it became known as... "the dead man's gun".

Willy:
Like I said before, Cole, ain't no good can come from a dead man's gun. Get rid of it! Throw it away!

Cole:
For him, not me!

Palmer Lewis:
I cannot in good conscience allow myself to be party to this deception.

Jack Fleetwood:
How much?

Palmer Lewis:
I beg your pardon?

Jack Fleetwood:
How much is your conscience going to cost me?

Brittany:
Aren't you supposed to be married?

Harry McDonacle:
Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest.

Brittany:
What about you wife?

Harry McDonacle:
What about her? She stuck with me when I was nobody. She has faith in me. She's kind... loyal.

Brittany:
If that's all you want, Harry, why not get a dog?

Flagg:
None of us knows the future, Willy. A man has to grasp his opportunities as they come.

Narrator:
Harry McDonacle is a small-time character with a big-time ambition... an ego in search of a career.

Dobbs:
My dear, in life it doesn't pay to examine anything too closely. You'll find that even the most perfect rose has a blemish.

Willy:
This ain't much of a town. It's only got one saloon here.

Cole:
It don't matter. That's all we got money for.

Brittany:
Harry, what are you doing? He's just a boy!

Harry McDonacle:
Well, if he's this stupid, he's not going to grow up to be a man, now is he?

Brand Odom:
You're going to hell, mister!

Willy:
If I am, it won't be alone!