Gunsight Ridge

Mike Ryan:
I'll take your bag.

Molly Jones:
Oh, but I wouldn't trouble you.

Mike Ryan:
Oh, but never a day goes by without trouble for me.

Molly Jones:
Oh, but I don't know you!

Mike Ryan:
You'll be forgiven for that.

Molly Jones:
And I'm not in the habit of talking to strangers.

Mike Ryan:
And right you are.

Billy Daggett:
Seems like I ought to place you, but I can't.

Mike Ryan:
Can I be of any help?

Billy Daggett:
Where you from?

Mike Ryan:
Well, almost any place you can get and some you can't.

Billy Daggett:
In what capacity?

Mike Ryan:
Well, that depends on where I go.

Billy Daggett:
Know doubt you've got something quite special off in Bancroft.

Mike Ryan:
That depends on Bancroft.

Billy Daggett:
I can ask more questions and find out less from you then any man I ever knew.

Mike Ryan:
Kind of a natural gift.

Mike Ryan:
Well, you've been accused of stealing cattle.

Gus Withers:
Won't they ever get tired of accusing me of that?

Mike Ryan:
They're about set to try something else.

Gus Withers:
Who is?

Mike Ryan:
Mr. Sabercool for one.

Gus Withers:
Sabercool?

Mike Ryan:
Yeah, he's missing about 300 head of cattle; claims they're on your range.

Gus Withers:
Well, he'll have to prove it in court!

Mike Ryan:
He favors a shotgun... says it's more final - there's no appeal.

Lazy Heart Man:
Don't let him bluff ya!

Mike Ryan:
Buckshot is no bluff, Mr. Withers.

Herb Babcock, Banker:
Tom, we want you to resign at once!

Sheriff Tom Jones:
Resign? With that fellow loose?

Herb Babcock, Banker:
If you'd been more capable, you'd have got this man before he got my money.

Sheriff Tom Jones:
Well, if you tell me who he is, Mr. Babcock, I'll serve him with a subpoena.

[before he can see who he's shooting at, Velvet fires a round at Mike]

Mike Ryan:
You're as touchy as a girl.

Velvet Clark:
Always ready for company.

Mike Ryan:
You don't encourage any.

Rosa:
Why didn't you tell me you play the piano?

Velvet Clark:
Because it doesn't any difference to anyone but me.

Rosa:
But you must have a reason and I want to know why. You better tell me.

Velvet Clark:
I stopped!

Rosa:
But why?

Velvet Clark:
Because I wanted to be the best. It takes money for lessons; I didn't have any. You know what it's like to have talent - a lot of talent? I tried to kill mine... but it wouldn't die. I hate it, but sometimes I just got to play.

Rosa:
You aren't afraid of anything are you?

Velvet Clark:
Not anything that's alive.

Rosa:
Well, we won't raise the dead, will we?

Tex, Lazy R Ranchhand:
Where are we gonna get some grub at?

Lazy Heart Man:
We'll pick up supplies in Clarksville.

Tex, Lazy R Ranchhand:
Where's that?

Lazy Heart Man:
Right where they built it. Where did you think it would be?

Lawman at Railroad:
You wouldn't think those cowboys would treat a town like that.

Mike Ryan:
Must have been devil drunk. A high hangin' to them.

Lazy Heart Man:
What's this for? We ain't done nuthin' in this territory!

R.B. Davis, Justice of the Peace:
We got a prejudice against murder.

R.B. Davis, Justice of the Peace:
You better stay overnight with us and get rested up.

Mike Ryan:
He'll be over the border if I do. He's already got a head start by shootin' my horse.

R.B. Davis, Justice of the Peace:
Well, he'll make good time over the mesa, but Gunsight Ridge will slow him up.

Mike Ryan:
He'll never let go of that money. I'll put my shadow on him.

[unknowingly, the farm girl picks up Velvet's bag of loot]

Farm Girl:
My, this is heavy!

Velvet Clark:
It's got everything I need.

Farm Girl:
You stay right where you are, Mister, and don't move.

Mike Ryan:
All right, but be careful. I wouldn't want you to shoot yourself.

Farm Girl:
I know how to shoot.

Mike Ryan:
Well, I wouldn't want you to shoot me, either.

Mike Ryan:
Molly, I can't forgive myself. If I'd done what I knew was best for your father, he'd be here right now.

Molly Jones:
You gave Father back his pride. That was all that mattered to him.

[last lines]

Mike Ryan:
Molly, they've asked me to stay.

Molly Jones:
What have you told them?

Mike Ryan:
I haven't told them.

Molly Jones:
I want you to stay.

Mike Ryan:
Then I'll tell them.

Molly Jones:
You will?

Mike Ryan:
I will.