The Tall Man

[Billy, adversely effected by a concussion and medication, believes everyone in Lincoln is out to kill him]

Angela:
I knew this would happen some day. He's gone killin' crazy.

Ambrose Bier:
Humor him. If he says jump, say "How high?"

[Angela is playing a ballad on the piano]

William Bonney:
Sing it.

Angela:
I'm no singer!

[Billy c*cks his pistol and points it at Angela's head]

William Bonney:
You are now.

Billy the Kid:
You see, Patrick, them fellows rile me and I ain't even sure they're from Texas and if they ain't, they're gonna run.

Pat Garrett:
And if they are, they'll fight.

[last lines]

[Garrett and the newly deputized Billy Bonney have managed to arrest or kill Blanchard's rioting trailhands]

Pat Garrett:
That deputy's badge looks good on you, Billy. Why not keep it?

Billy the Kid:
Oh, better not. Some friends of mine might not understand.

Pat Garrett:
I'm serious, Billy.

Billy the Kid:
So am I, Patrick. See, the law just doesn't mean the same thing to me as it does to Johnny Swift or you and I got a habit of tarnishin' shiny new things, I guess. Now you wouldn't want that to happen to this, would you?

[Billy returns his Deputy Sheriff badge to Pat]

Pat Garrett:
Billy, give it some thought.

Billy the Kid:
See you around, Patrick.

William Bonney:
Oh, come on, Patrick. What harm is there in teachin' a couple of boys to aim at a couple of bottles.

Pat Garrett:
Oh, there's no harm in it - except next time they may not be aiming at just bottles. Billy, you can teach a boy how to shoot, but you can't teach him when to shoot. That takes a man's judgment.

[referring to Nita Jardine]

Pat Garrett:
Clem, that is the prettiest cargo you've delivered in months. She come all by herself?

Stage Driver:
Yeah, I took her aboard at El Paso. You know, she's an odd one, Pat.

Pat Garrett:
How so?

Stage Driver:
Well, she asked me who's the fastest gun in town. Now, what's a woman like that want to know about the fastest man with a gun?

Pat Garrett:
I don't know, Clem, but I'm sure going to make it my business to find out.

[Engle has paid Naylack twenty dollars to marry his daughter]

Pat Garrett:
All right, you asked for it - both of you. You know what this is? This is a law book and in it is the Constitution of the United States, its amendments and the Bill of Rights.

Sam Naylack:
So?

Pat Garrett:
Well, if either one of you had read it you'd know that what you're doing is called involuntary servitude and it's prohibited by the Thirteenth Amendment - "Exchanging money for the services of a person or persons against their will." And it's punishable by terms of up to thirty years - and thirty years strikes me as a nice... round... figure.

Frank Engle:
Now you better give me my money back. Ain't no woman worth that. Now, c'mon, gimme it.

Sam Naylack:
Look, how do you know what he says is true?

Frank Engle:
The Constitution - I ain't gonna argue with that. C'mon, gimme!

Mary Susan:
[to Pat and Billy] Well, goodbye. I'll write you both... when I learn how.

Billy the Kid:
Pat Garrett: "I'll need some shoes" Billy the Kid: "You stopped wearing boots?"

Sam Masters:
Pat! What brings you here?

Pat Garrett:
Well, it may be a fool's errand, Sam. I'm not sure if it's gonna kill you or cure you.

Sam Masters:
I'll settle for either. It's better than the way I am now.

William Bonney:
There's only one place for an good ambush between here and Big Sam's place. You know where I mean?

Pat Garrett:
Uh-huh.

William Bonney:
You'll be a sittin' duck, boy.

Pat Garrett:
Ducks don't sit, Billy, they swim. Then, when they have to, they duck.

[last lines]

William Bonney:
I was just thinkin' - this long-lost son business is kinda profitable. Maybe I could dig me up a rich pa.

Pat Garrett:
Not a chance, Billy. You were born full-grown.

Pat Garrett:
Barlow and Coleridge don't represent the law - they're just a couple of lobo wolves.

William Bonney:
You know, they pay a bounty for wolf pelts.

Pat Garrett:
Yeah, but first you have to catch the wolf.

[last lines]

[Pat and Billy are standing on opposites sides of the Lincoln County line]

Pat Garrett:
Billy, hand me my gunbelt. Get us a couple horses.

William Bonney:
[laughing] You can't tell me what to do, Patrick. I ain't in your county.

[last lines]

Pat Garrett:
Billy, one of these days you're going to learn that the only thing you can buy with a gun is trouble.

William Bonney:
You know somethin', Patrick, I'm almost beginnin' to think that you may have somethin' there. Ah, I suppose you want me to say, "I'm sorry."

Pat Garrett:
Say whatever you like.

William Bonney:
Well, I reckon I better say... good night.

[Pat has appointed Billy Bonney the town marshal]

William Bonney:
What if the people of Lincoln got wind of this thing? I'll never live it down!

Pat Garrett:
Cheer up, Billy. The hours are long, the pay is low and there's always a good chance of getting yourself killed.

Pat Garrett:
What happened to your town marshal?

[Mayor Hackett picks up the marshal's badge]

Hackett:
Which one? I haven't been able to keep that thing on anyone for more than 24 hours. The ones who didn't quit wish they had.

Kate Baines:
Do you think you need me?

Dr. Wade Parsons:
It's not...

Kate Baines:
Well, you do. You know a great deal about medicine, Doctor, but almost nothing about people.

Dr. Wade Parsons:
Just a minute!

Kate Baines:
The head and the heart make a doctor. Now if you think you have some to learn about people from the example of a doctor like my husband, I'll be glad to stay.

Pat Garrett:
[to Hendry Grant] Billy will put a bullet in your head before your pistol leaves its holster.

Andy Gorman:
I want to see you, Garrett.

Pat Garrett:
I'm right here. Take a look.

[last lines]

Pat Garrett:
First, we're going to ride out and dig up that money you hid. You weren't planning on keeping it, were you?

William Bonney:
What? Do you think I'm a crook or something, Patrick?

Pat Garrett:
As a matter of fact, as soon as we pick up that money, I got a cell waiting for you, too.

William Bonney:
A cell! On what charge?

Pat Garrett:
You hid the money - that's called concealing evidence. You withheld information from me - that's called obstructing justice. You knew Sarah was involved in the crime, but you kept it to yourself - that makes you an accessory to the crime.

William Bonney:
I never even heard of most of those laws!

Pat Garrett:
Ignorance of the law is no excuse. Let's go.

Pat Garrett:
The trouble is when a man starts thinkin' wrong, first thing you know he starts doin' wrong.

Jack Barron:
This is between the Kid and me.

Pat Garrett:
This is between the law and you. You're under arrest, Barron.

William Bonney aka Billy the Kid:
How come a man that don't think no more of a gun than you do can shoot like that?

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
To a man wearing a badge, a gun is just a tool, but he has to know how to use it.

William Bonney aka Billy the Kid:
I think it means more than that to me. I don't know why. Maybe, it's because I'm not a big man - a lot of men are bigger and tougher than I am. This gun seems to somehow sort of even up everything.

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
I wish you didn't believe that, Billy.

[first lines]

Narrator:
This is Lincoln, New Mexico Territory in 1880 as seen through the eyes of one man. His name was Pat Garrett. He was an officer of the law. He was a man who never backed down from anything or anyone in his life. He had only one weakness - his love for a half-wild boy who he regarded almost as a brother. The boy was William H. Bonney - known as Billy the Kid - and Pat Garrett knew how it must end for one of them if their friendship ever failed.

[the sound of gunshots rings out]

Mason Henchman:
Well, maybe this will give you an idea what kind of man Pat Garrett is. He's the only lawman who tossed Billy the Kid in the pokey and kept him there until Billy got this Englishman, Tunstall, to give him a job on his ranch.

Paul Mason:
Well, how does this kid feel about Garrett?

Mason Henchman:
I don't know, but he's driving in that 100 head of beef you asked Tunstall to move, so maybe you ought to ask him.

Paul Mason:
I'm Paul Mason. Buy you a drink?

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
Is that *all* you want to buy, Mr. Mason?

Paul Mason:
You're the first gun-toter I ever saw who turned his back to an open room.

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
When a man faces trouble, he doesn't have to worry about his back.

Paul Mason:
I don't mind a man being honest as long as he minds his own business.

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
My business is the law of this county and I intent to mind it.

Judge Riley:
Sorry, Pat, that the law has to shield a man who has no respect for it.

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
My fault, Judge, not yours. I reckon there are as many ways to make the law work as there are to break it. I just picked the wrong one. It's a mistake I won't make again.

[last lines]

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
Billy!

William Bonney aka Billy the Kid:
You mad, Patrick?

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
No - just worried about you, Billy. Can't you stay out of trouble?

William Bonney aka Billy the Kid:
Trouble? Who? Me?

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
If you go too far, I'll have to come after you.

William Bonney aka Billy the Kid:
When you do, you better come shootin', Patrick.

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
I don't want it ever to come to that, Billy.

William Bonney aka Billy the Kid:
That makes two of us.

[Billy needs to replace a leaky coffee pot]

Peddler:
Guaranteed not to rust like the other one.

William Bonney:
Uh-huh. No-no-no, it didn't rust - it leaked from a bullet hole.

Sal:
Here's to yesterday, Pat.

Pat Garrett:
I'd rather drink to today.

Sal:
That badge you're wearing has five points and everyone of them can scratch. I'd rather remember when it wasn't between us.

Pat Garrett:
I could take it off.

Sal:
Yes you could, but you couldn't take off everything it stands for.

Pat Garrett:
Look, Cleary, you've been around long enough to know what happens when law hits a boomtown like Silver Creek.

Jason Cleary:
I heard Wild Bill Hickok say the same thing in Deadwood but it didn't mean much after Jack McCall put a bullet in his head.

Pat Garrett:
Yeah. I saw them hang Jack McCall.

Sal:
Thanks anyway, Pat, but I'll be on the noon stage. There's nothing here for me.

Pat Garrett:
Now, Sal, this town could use an honest place... and a woman like you.

Sal:
Would it matter to you if I stayed?

Pat Garrett:
Let's just say it might matter if you left. Is that enough of an answer?

Sal:
It'll do until the right one comes along.

[Pat arrests a pair of pretty blonde horse thieves]

May McBean:
You ain't foolin' us.

June McBean:
We ain't goin' nowhere with you!

Pat Garrett:
Throw a rope on a heifer, it goes where you go.

[Pat ties May's wrists behind her back]

[first lines]

Pat Garrett:
Good morning, Lieutenant.

[the lieutenant slams a bottle of whiskey on Garrett's desk]

Lt. Baxter:
There it is - proof.

Pat Garrett:
[chuckles] Not more than 40-proof if it's like the rest of the bar whiskey around here.

[while Pat investigates a claim that the McBeans are selling whiskey to Indians, May and June grab the first horse they see and make a break for the hills]

William Bonney:
Well, ah, I don't know, Patrick. It looks like they stole your horse... again.

[May shoots the hat off Lt. Baxter's head]

May McBean:
You won't be such a nice-lookin' fellow with a hole between your eyes. Now, drop your guns!

[last lines]

William Bonney:
Yeah, I been hearin' about that fellow you took in.

Pat Garrett:
Dan Rees.

William Bonney:
They should have hung him in the first place, Patrick. Save you a lot of trouble. Rees - he was one of those fellows that was born to hang.

Pat Garrett:
Dan Rees was a lot like you, Billy. Liked to make his own rules.

William Bonney:
No one will ever hang me, Patrick.

[first lines]

[Garrett smacks a tin cup across the bars of Billy's jail cell]

Pat Garrett:
Time to get up! Up!

William Bonney:
Ohhh. Patrick, you got no consideration for you guests. What kind of a hotel are you running here anyway? Boy, too much vacation can kill a man, Patrick. What am I going to do now? I'm stone broke, I got three more days off...

[reading the man's name from the contest entry list]

Bartender:
James Miles - put his name on the board, Dusty. Ain't I seen you someplace before?

Jim Miles:
Could be... I've been someplace before.

Bartender:
How 'bout you, Pat? You gonna take a crack at that rifle?

Pat Garrett:
Well, I thought I might.

Bartender:
Doesn't cost nothin' to think, but...

Pat Garrett:
I know. It'll cost me five dollars to sign up.

[last lines]

Pat Garrett:
You always got an answer, Billy. If you're lucky, it'll always be the right one.

William Bonney:
What are you going to do when you find her?

Cyrus Canfield:
I'm going to teach her a lesson she'll always remember. She's a godless girl, even though she is my own. She belongs in a nunnery, and that's where I'm going to put her, once I lay my hands on her again.

Cyrus Canfield:
Did you ever see a bad seed grow, Mr. Garrett? Beautiful flower, something wrong with it. Destined for a violent end, even from the time of its birth.

Cyrus Canfield:
Perhaps it was my fault, raising her without a mother. But then some men get married only once. No one suits them after that.

Cyrus Canfield:
You're saying my daughter knows a loose woman.

Cyrus Canfield:
Well, that's one way for a father to find an erring daughter - send a hoodlum after her.

Pat Garrett:
Get some sleep.

Cyrus Canfield:
You're so kind, Mr. Garrett.

Cyrus Canfield:
Who's to blame a father for killing a man who brings his daughter to a place like this?

William Bonney:
Why'd you do it, Angelita? I mean, you're a fine lookin' girl - you coulda found a man to love ya, to marry ya, to give you a good life.

Angelita Sanchez:
The stakes were high, Senor Billy, and I was very poor. Have you never gambled for high stakes?

[last lines]

William Bonney:
Let's just say she had the face of an angel, Patrick. You'd think there could be nothin' but goodness in it.

Pat Garrett:
You don't look for goodness in faces, Billy - you look for it in hearts.

Pat Garrett:
Good morning, Miss Amy. What can I do for you?

Amy Beckett:
I've come to give myself up, Sheriff.

Pat Garrett:
Oh? For what?

Amy Beckett:
For helping a prisoner to escape.

Pat Garrett:
You must be mistaken. None of my prisoners escaped.

Amy Beckett:
But, Sheriff, you know what I did.

Pat Garrett:
Yes, I know what you did. You fell in love with the wrong person, Amy. That's a crime we've all been guilty of sometime or other. If we got punished for it, the jails would never be empty.

[last lines]

Andy:
Amy, we had a date, remember? I'm holdin' you to it.

Amy Beckett:
I'd like that Andy. I'd like that very much.

Andy:
Oh, Pat, don't stand in any drafts. I'd hate to see you catch chicken pox or mumps.

[Garrett chuckles as Andy and Amy ride off]

[the padre has just hit a baseball through Pat Garrett's window]

Padre:
The game is called baseball. It was invented by Alexander Cartwright and Colonel Doubleday.

Pat Garrett:
Then maybe I should hold them responsible for breaking my window.

[Pat and the padre think Billy should find a wife and settle down]

William Bonney:
I think "married" and "buried" sound too much alike for me.

[last lines]

[Billy has just hit another baseball through Pat's window]

Padre:
I don't think he would strike a man of the cloth, but if I were you, I'd run like anything.

[Mike Gray Eagle has raised the prices for the water he is delivering to Lincoln during a severe drought]

John Forrest:
There must be better ways of getting water and I'll find it even if I have to talk to the town council into hiring a rainmaker.

Mike Gray Eagle:
Rainmaker? And they call us Apaches superstitious for our medicine men and rain dances.

Pat Garrett:
Ah, you know, Gray Eagle, I wouldn't exactly count it as being superstition. I was reading an article just last week in Harper's Weekly about a Frenchman who has come up with a scientific way of making rain.

Pat Garrett:
I still say it's superstition... and if it isn't the rainmaker might keep in mind that I'm still an Apache.

John Forrest:
After stakin' out the only spring still flowin' within a thousand square miles, you know that no Apache called that a sacred spring until you put the idea in their heads and they won't let a white man near it now, Mike! Well, you're a highway robber.

Mike Gray Eagle:
I was taught the white man's ways at the mission school.

[Hank Kimball, the rainmaker Lincoln County has just hired, turns out to be a woman]

Mike Gray Eagle:
[laughing] I like the white man's new ways - a female medicine man! What next?

John Forrest:
You, Miss, are a fraud... Hank Russell!

Henrietta Russel:
Short for Henrietta.

Pat Garrett:
This is Mr. Forrest, our councilman.

Henrietta Russel:
How do you do, Mr. Forrest.

John Forrest:
How do you do.

Henrietta Russel:
I'm not a fraud - I can make rain. And if you don't believe it and, according to the contract, all you have to is cancel it... but, ah, you have to forfeit the retaining fee.

John Forrest:
Oh, you must have gone to the same mission school Gray Eagle attended.

Victorio:
I've heard of white man's great medicine to bring rain.

Mike Gray Eagle:
Old squaws' talk.

Victorio:
If she succeeds you will lose face.

Mike Gray Eagle:
And money. Maybe you're right, Victorio. I think she should be discouraged... Oh, Victorio, no violence. Remember - we're civilized Apaches.

Henrietta Russel:
Why are you out to skin these folks?

Mike Gray Eagle:
You really want to know?

Henrietta Russel:
Yes!

Mike Gray Eagle:
My people had their lands taken from them. They were herded onto a reservation your government thought good enough for them. They were given hoes and rakes to till a land that could not grow good weeds. They were a proud people, but they agreed to a treaty that humbled them. The brave ones, Geronimo was one, took a course of vengeance against the whites.

Henrietta Russel:
What about you?

Mike Gray Eagle:
Me? I just went to the white man's school and learned his ways. I found you could scalp a man without lifting his hair - just lift his pocketbook. It hurts more.

[Pat and Billy have tracked Gray Eagle to where he and his Apaches are holding Henrietta prisoner]

Pat Garrett:
We'll ride right in. They won't start anything with us - they're civilized.

William Bonney:
Yeah. What odds are you quotin', Patrick?

John Forrest:
Oh, you did it! You did it, Miss Russell! I'm as good as reelected!

Mike Gray Eagle:
You speak to soon, Mr. Forrest.

John Forrest:
What are you talking about, you you you vulture!

Mike Gray Eagle:
Eagle! With my water supply business washed out, so to speak, I have decided to enter politics. I'll be running against you for councilman next month, Mr. Forrest.

[last lines]

[referring to Mike Gray Eagle]

William Bonney:
Can I ask you a question, Patrick?

Pat Garrett:
What is it, Billy?

William Bonney:
Do you suppose there's anything in the treaty that might make him president?

[Pat and Billy have just rescued Henrietta from Apaches attacking her rainmaking operation]

Henrietta Russel:
All right, you saved me, but you forgot somethin'.

William Bonney:
What are you talkin' about?

Henrietta Russel:
The Apaches didn't get us, but they do have Mr. Tundall's bathtub.

Pat Garrett:
Yeah.

William Bonney:
Ohhh. Do you think we have a chance at pullin' it out, Patrick?

Pat Garrett:
Not unless you want an Indian war on your hands and Gray Eagle's just the man to start it.

William Bonney:
Yeah, he'll sell rifles to both sides.

[first lines]

Pat Garrett:
You'll get yourself killed, I'm tellin' you.

William Bonney aka Billy the Kid:
Now that's why you ought to come along with me, Patrick. You can take care of me, boy.

Pat Garrett:
Billy, that is a full-time job. I've already got one.

[Beth nearly kills Billy with a shotgun blast by accident and causes the babies to cry loudly]

Beth Thomas:
They'll calm down in a minute. The shotgun frightened them.

William Bonney aka Billy the Kid:
Yeah, well, it sort of riled me too, ma'am.

[first lines]

[discussing the chorus girls who will perform at the Lincoln Opera House]

William Bonney:
Patrick, you interested in the scenery also?

Pat Garrett:
There's no scenery I like better than a pretty girl, Billy

Yvonne:
I don't like men who make the innocent suffer and who live by their gun.

William Bonney:
I don't live by my gun, Miss Wong... sometimes I survive by it.

[Mamacita's grandson, an army officer, is upset to learn his grandmother is a saloonkeeper]

Big Mamacita:
You don't like that, huh, boy. Well, that's just fine with me. Fact is a never did cotton to no officers no how. I always did say a man didn't amount to much if'n it took an act of Congress to make him a gentleman.

[referring to Mamacita's nickname she earned during the Mexican War]

Lew Wallace:
The Great Western was never a lady because she was too busy being a hero.

Pat Garrett:
You're actin' like fools, the two of ya. I'm runnin' you out of Lincoln and you're travelin' different roads.

Denver:
Sheriff, that's unconstitutional!

William Bonney:
Aw, Patrick's sworn to defend and protect all bar mirrors in the county.

[Billy and Denver have graduated from fisticuffs to trading potshots at each other]

William Bonney:
You got my slug there, didn't ya?

Denver:
It was a chip of rock. My shin is busted. You never reached me with no lead!

William Bonney:
Lower on your boot there - that's my crease mark, right there.

[Denver points his gun at Billy]

Denver:
Well, you see, I don't score crease marks. I only shoot holes.

William Bonney:
Both of us? This far from drinking water? That wouldn't hardly be prudent, would it?

Denver:
I don't care what's prudent! Have you ever felt pain?

William Bonney:
I carry around a couple of .44 slugs, two or three ounces of buckshot.

[last lines]

William Bonney:
I had a friend... I didn't know it until I buried him.

Edward Van Dorn:
You know, you seem to know this land pretty well.

William Bonney:
Oh, it comes from livin' with the Apaches, I guess. Either you know this land around here or you get buried in it.

[planning the murder of Bill Antrim]

Harry Young:
All right, we'll get it over fast. There's no need to talk. He's expecting nothin' but a meeting with old friends. Pick your spots, shoot straight and remember - we're in this together.

[the gunmen who murdered Bill Antrim were spotted crossing the county line]

William Bonney:
That means they're going to be out of your reach right, Patrick?

Pat Garrett:
I telegraphed all the sheriffs of all the neighboring counties and told 'em to be on the look out for all three of 'em. I gave them Bedloe's description. It may take some time, Billy, but we'll get them, sooner or later - I can almost promise you that.

William Bonney:
Almost? That one word makes quite a difference, don't it?

[first lines]

Dean Almond:
Hot!

Billy the Kid:
It gets hotter.

Dean Almond:
I'm a journalist - feature correspondent for the New York Weekly. I'm making a special trip up this way from El Paso.

Billy the Kid:
Well, there ain't nothin' that happens in Lincoln worth writin' about.

Dean Almond:
I'm doing a series - 'Great Bad Men of the West'. Grand opportunity to make a name for myself... good as Ned Buntline, Mark Twain or any of that lot.

Billy the Kid:
Well, there ain't no great bad men in these parts, Mister.

Dean Almond:
Did you ever hear of a young hothead calls himself, "Billy the Kid"?

Billy the Kid:
Yeah, yeah. I almost forgot about him.

Dean Almond:
They say he was jailed for the first time at the tender age of fourteen - imagine that - for killing a mining engineer named Frank Douglas... but he got out of that by pretending to the jailer's daughter that he was in love with her. Imagine a fourteen year old boy!

Billy the Kid:
Don't you believe it.

Dean Almond:
What?

Billy the Kid:
No, that wasn't his first killing.

Dean Almond:
Really?

Billy the Kid:
No, no, not by a long shot - not unless you don't count the Mexicans and Indians.

[Emerson is inquiring about the murderous exploits of Billy the Kid]

Dean Almond:
Maybe you could fill me in on the details. Do you know him well?

Billy the Kid:
Me?

Dean Almond:
Yes, I mean...

Billy the Kid:
Well you might say I know him about as well as any.

[Andy has been reading the newspaper depicting the supposed criminal careers of Billy the Kid and Pat Garrett]

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
You seen Billy?

Andy:
Ah, no.

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
Then find him and tell him I want to see him and take that thing along with you - Billy might get a boost out of it.

Andy:
Are you mad?

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
Should I be?

Andy:
Uh-huh.

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
Why?

[Andy points to a telegram]

Andy:
From the territorial legislature in Santa Fe. I reckon that why they say, the pen is more mighty than the sword, huh?

[introducing a saloon girl and the town drunk to Billy Bonney]

Dean Almond:
This is Miss Carlotta, whose unchristian name I never troubled to ask. This is Billy the Kid, a household word as it were, to 200,000 readers of the New York Weekly. And of course you know Jerrod Cobb, celebrated gunfighter late of the Pinkerton organization. You wouldn't say he looked the part of a swashbuckling triggerhand would you, but I assure you, Billy, appearances can by mighty deceiving.

[last lines]

Billy the Kid:
It still seems kinda sad to see all that pretty writin' go up in smoke.

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
There'll be more of it, heaven help us. Don't start believing any of it or live up to it.

Billy the Kid:
Guess if you're readin' that kind of stuff, seems kinda excitin'.

William Bonney:
You remember what I told you about a fellow wantin' to be on the other side bad? There are only two things he can do - he can climb over or he can break through.

Pat Garrett:
Yeah. There's a third thing he can do... he can stay put on his own side.

[Billy tells Pat he's giving up his guns to impress Charity who does not approve of weapons]

Pat Garrett:
You know what they say about the leopard and his spots?

William Bonney:
Yeah, but I ain't a leopard, Patrick... I'm a man.

Pat Garrett:
Yeah? Suppose Conway causes more trouble?

William Bonney:
Keepin' the peace is your job.

Pat Garrett:
Keepin' the peace is everybody's job.

Pat Garrett:
Billy, this is tough, violent country. Sometimes the only way a man can stay alive is fighting for the privilege. I'd be plenty scared to stop wearin' my gun.

William Bonney:
Maybe that's 'cause you don't have anyone waitin' on the other side of the wall waitin' for you, Patrick. Even if there is trouble I figure my chances are good 'cause I got two people fightin' for me.

Pat Garrett:
Two?

William Bonney:
Well, you're on my side, ain't ya?

[Billy gestures towards heaven]

William Bonney:
Charity says He's on my side. What better odds can you give me?

Elena:
Hello, Pat. It's been a long time... over three years.

Pat Garrett:
It should have been longer - forever.

Elena:
Please, Pat. I don't blame you for hating me.

Pat Garrett:
I don't hate you. As far as I'm concerned, you're dead.

Elena:
What are you, made of steel?

Pat Garrett:
I wish I were.

[last lines]

[Elena has just shot Joe Durango, a notorious gunfighter]

Elena:
You know, it's almost funny. The two fastest guns in the territory and I had to kill him myself.

John Lesley:
You wear that gun like you know how to use it.

William Bonney:
I can.

John Lesley:
I know something about guns - their use. That's what Patrick and me talk about. Sometimes it's too easy to depend on the gun you carry rather than the man you are.

Pat Garrett:
Billy, you've always kept your word to me. I want it now... that you won't kill Webster.

William Bonney:
All right, you tell me you got on your mind and then I'll do my promisin'.

Ben Webster:
The only way you'll get me is to shoot me in the back.

William Bonney:
That might bother some men, Mr. Webster, but not me.

Pat Garrett:
[to Webster] You've been using the law like a knife here in Lincoln, but you forget that some knives have double-edges.

Pat Garrett:
Let me make sure I understand this. You're looking for William Bonney... Billy the Kid?

Bart Tugwell:
You know of him?

Pat Garrett:
You're sure he's the one you want?

Luke Tugwell:
Sheriff, I reckon we ought to know the name of our sister's husband.

Pat Garrett:
Her... husband?

Sally:
Yes, I'm Sally Bonney - Mrs. William Bonney. I wouldn't be called Mrs. Billy the Kid would I, Bart?

[last lines]

Pat Garrett:
You know, Billy, I'm a little disappointed. For a while there I had hopes that you'd turn into a solid, respectable, married man.

William Bonney:
Yeah, I bet you did. Well, not me, Patrick. You're not going to get me married - that's for old men... and I don't want to live that long.

Billy the Kid:
You think a lot of that badge, don't you?

Pat Garrett:
Ah, it's not the badge - the laws behind it.

Billy the Kid:
Seems to me they pass those laws to make towns for fellas like you.

Pat Garrett:
Billy, there's different kinds of men in the world. The strong ones play by the rules. They don't take advantage of the helpless and weak. Laws are the rules passed by the good men to protect the weaker people. Rules don't mean much to some men; they mean a great deal to me. Those killers up ahead. Those laws make me different from them.

[Garrett tells Jeboriah that his brother was killed trying to steal a horse]

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
Providence provides and it takes away. Brother Samuel's horse boroke its leg. He went to fetch another.

Jeboriah Henry:
He didn't have any money on him - at least not when he was killed.

Deputy Sheriff Pat Garrett:
I *said* Providence provides.

[last lines]

[Garrett used the rock salt Billy planned to make ice cream with to capture some criminals]

William Bonney:
Patrick...

Pat Garrett:
Hmm?

William Bonney:
You owe me a bag of salt.

Pat Garrett:
Oh? You owe me for a lock on a cell door. That makes us even.

William Bonney:
Well, don't expect me to save you no ice cream.

Pat Garrett:
Blackmailer. My money's downstairs.

[Billy and Pat are ambushed by an Apache youth]

Pat Garrett:
Did you get hit, Billy?

William Bonney:
No, I didn't get hit, but that's a hard way to say "Hello".

[Matti points a shotgun at Billy]

William Bonney:
Easy, easy, easy.

Matti Arnold:
Don't you easy me!

William Bonney:
If that gun makes you as nervous as it does me, ma'am, that thing's just liable to go off.

Matti Arnold:
That's right, it could. You saddle drifters are all alike, aren't you? You think you can walk in and take over just 'cause a woman is left alone.

William Bonney:
Well, I'll bet saddle drifters don't come around here a second time, do they?

[Billy has just shot Skip when his former friend drew on him when his back was turned]

Skip Farrell:
I-I guess we're quits, Billy boy.

William Bonney:
Yeah, I guess - seein' as how you meant that for my back.

Matti Arnold:
You did it deliberately. You turned your back on him so he'd draw!

William Bonney:
No no, wait, Matti! Wait a minute! Will you listen! Skip was sent to prison because he killed a woman. He would have left you for dead just as soon as the money ran out.

Matti Arnold:
No, not me! He would have stayed with me!

William Bonney:
Maybe for a week.

Matti Arnold:
I would have had a week. At least I would have had a week!

[Billy received a map to a gold claim from a prospector to whom he loaned money]

Pat Garrett:
Johnny Red? He's been digging up there for thirty years. You don't really think...

William Bonney:
Think that he finally hit it? Listen, Patrick, why would Johnny send me a map tellin' me to meet him at San Miguel?

Pat Garrett:
But that town has been abandoned for nearly ten years.

William Bonney:
That's right, Patrick, it has - and that's what makes it sound interestin' to me. You see the story goes that there's an old Spanish mine up there somewhere and it ain't never been found... up until now. About a year ago, I staked old Johnny to month's diggin' money and I laughed when he told me he was going to pay me back, but I ain't laughin' now. So you have an old red carpet staked out for me and when I get back I might just buy ya a cup of coffee or somethin'.