The Virginian

Trampas:
High man?

Steve Hill:
High man. Not your deck.

Trampas:
Steve, you act as if you can't trust me.

Steve Hill:
I don't know where you ever got that idea, Trampas.

Betsy Garth:
How come you weren't at the dance the other night?

The Virginian:
I had a lot of paperwork to catch up on. Did you have a good time?

Betsy Garth:
Fine. Got the bruises on my feet to prove it.

The Virginian:
Dancing with Randy again, eh? Outside of that, anything special happen?

Betsy Garth:
Oh, Trampas met a new girl.

The Virginian:
I said did anything *special* happen.

Toby Shea:
You sure can run fast!

Trampas:
Well, that comes from being chased a lot.

Trampas:
This a private fight, or can anybody join?

Hogy:
I got me a way of life that just suits me to a 'T'. There ain't no place else that I'd want ta be. An' do you know what it cost me? Just the years that I've put into it and the few that I've got left ta put in. That ain't much of a price to pay considerin' what I got back in return. An' let me tell you somethin', mister. Here's where I belong, an' you couldn't buy me one thing if you spent every last million that you own.

Paul Leland:
Why are you guys pushin' yourselves so hard?

Hogy:
'Cause there's a need for it, that's why. You think I took this job just for the dollar a day? No, sir! See them cattle yonder. Them cows all belong to some people that I call friends. It's been a tough year in the cattle business an' if we don't get this herd to Seattle before them California cattle hit the market, there's a lot of them people that's gonna go under. That's why men and time are important.

Paul Leland:
Yeah, well, you're killin' yourself. A friend can't be worth that!

Hogy:
Well now, how would you know? Did you ever have one?

The Virginian:
You don't use a whip on a man.

Randy Benton:
[to Betsy] Gol-darn you, you gol-darn girl!

Randy Benton:
I haven't said you could go yet.

Betsy Garth:
And just how are you going to stop me? Oh, of course you could kill me. That is, if you were a killer, but... since you're not I guess you're just going to have to trust me. Funny, isn't it, Randy... you're finally going to have to trust somebody.

Steve Hill:
You know, if thinking about money was money, Pell would be rich.

Judge Garth:
When a man kills, he kills part of himself. When a man dies, part of every man dies.

The Virginian:
"It tolls for thee."

Judge Garth:
Where did you learn that?

The Virginian:
From Molly. She gives me books and makes me read 'em.

Molly Wood:
He's taken a fancy to John Donne.

Judge Garth:
Well, we could all do with a little more John Donne.

Judge Henry Garth:
Get fire camps out and do it quick or we'll be planting wheat on Shiloh.

The Virginian:
And don't put any more wild ideas into their heads.

Molly Wood:
Well, is it such a wild idea?

The Virginian:
It is. As a matter of fact, in those heads any idea at all is a complete disaster.

Harry:
You see that rise out there yonder, boy?

Steve Hill:
It's a good-looking rise.

Harry:
You know what's on the far side?

Steve Hill:
Another rise?

Steve Hill:
Hey mister, I could use some help.

Ray Harris:
Whoa. Now how did a young fellow like you get lost? Well, the nearest town is only about...

Steve Hill:
No, I'm not looking for a town. What I wanted to ask...

Ray Harris:
Don't tell me you're looking for work! Ah, you shouldn't have any trouble finding a job this time of year!

Steve Hill:
No I'm not looking for work, I'm trying to track down a man.

Ray Harris:
Somebody robbed you, huh? Probably a railroad tramp. It happens all the time around here.

Steve Hill:
It's a friend of mine!

Ray Harris:
A friend robbed you? Well no wonder you're looking for him! I'll tell you - any man that takes advantage of a friend...

Steve Hill:
He didn't rob me. We got separated. Now a farmer sold him a horse a few miles back with out a saddle, and I'm trying to find him.

Ray Harris:
Who, the farmer?

Steve Hill:
My friend. You didn't happen to see him, did you?

Ray Harris:
How do you expect me to know who your friends are?

Steve Hill:
He was riding a horse without a saddle on it. Now, did you happen to see anybody riding a horse without a saddle?

Ray Harris:
Oh. Haha! No, I haven't seen anybody like that, boy. Well, good luck!

Steve Hill:
I'll need it.

Trampas:
I wonder what that cost?

The Virginian:
The Judge didn't say.

Trampas:
Well if he's going to throw his money around, he could start by raising my wages.

The Virginian:
Well at least this way he can see what he's getting for his money!

Trampas:
Aw, Saturday's a bad day to put a thing like that up.

The Virginian:
How come?

Trampas:
Well, I was just thinking, it's goin' to make a mighty fine target to some cowhand with a bellyful of whiskey.

The Virginian:
I wouldn't do it, Trampas.

Trampas:
Well, I wasn't thinking of me.

The Virginian:
I was.

Randy Benton:
You wouldn't be wanting to sell him, would you? I'd go as high as ten dollars.

Slaughter:
Sonny, that horse is worth ten or fifteen dollars a day.

Trampas:
What does he do, print money?

Arthur Lilly:
This is not a public house?

Judge Henry Garth:
This is not. It is, or was until you came in, a very private one.

Arthur Lilly:
Sarah, I feel we are the victims of a practical joke.

Judge Henry Garth:
Just, just a minute. Who sent you?

Sarah Lilly:
One of the hooligans in town.

Arthur Lilly:
A deputy sheriff, judging from his badge. I believe he was called Trampas?

Judge Henry Garth:
Oh.

Lt. Mike Buehl:
Under Article 20 of the Articles of War, and by judgment of the Post Commander, the prisoner is hereby sentenced to receive one lash for each of the years of his life.

Sergeant O'Rourke:
[to Toby Hamilton] Assume the position for punishment.

Trampas:
Harp? Whew!

Harper:
What's the matter with you?

Trampas:
Boy, it makes my eyes water! I don't know what you're boiling in that pot, but don't expect me to eat any of it!

Harper:
I don't. This is my laundry.

Randy Benton:
[holding out Trampas' shirt] It shrunk.

Trampas:
Huh? [looking it over] Well then, it just ought to about fit you.

Randy Benton:
Well, no thanks. I don't want a shirt that's made out of such cheap material that it shrinks up every time a man gets knocked in the river.

Trampas:
I didn't get knocked in. I dove.

Randy Benton:
Well, then you were darn foolish not to take your shirt off first.

Betsy Garth:
How you feeling?

Randy Benton:
Like I just had my toe broke by a horseshoe.

Betsy Garth:
Well, I hope you didn't think he did that on purpose.

Randy Benton:
[sarcastically] Oh, 'course not; if he'd been aiming at me I'd been safe.

Eddie Tighe:
What do you think they're gonna do to us all?

Randy Benton:
It don't matter what I think; there's nothing we can do about it now. We had our chance.

Eddie Tighe:
Look, I told you I was sorry about that.

Randy Benton:
Well, sorry don't get the hay in, buddy.

Randy Benton:
Hey, how about buying me a drink?

The Virginian:
Sure! Danny, give him a sarsaparilla.

Danny:
Coming up.

Randy Benton:
Well, I do a growed man's work, I think I ought to get a growed man's drink.

The Virginian:
When you've 'growed' enough to put me down on the floor, there'll be time enough for whisky.

Buster Floyd:
Judge Harker has killed more men than a mule has tits.