Shane1953

Shane:
I came to get your offer, Ryker.

Ryker:
I'm not dealing with you. Where's Starrett?

Shane:
You're dealing with me, Ryker.

Ryker:
I got no quarrel with you, Shane. You walk out now and no hard feelings.

Shane:
What's your offer, Ryker?

Ryker:
To you, not a thing.

Shane:
That's too bad.

Ryker:
Too bad?

Shane:
Yeah, you've lived too long. Your kind of days are over.

Ryker:
My days! What about yours, gunfighter?

Shane:
The difference is I know it.

Ryker:
All right. So we'll all turn in our six-guns to the bartender. We'll all start hoeing spuds. Is that it?

Shane:
Not quite yet. [to Wilson] We haven't heard from your friend here.

Wilson:
I wouldn't push too far if I were you. Our fight ain't with you.

Shane:
It ain't with me, Wilson?

Wilson:
No it ain't, Shane.

Ryker:
I wouldn't pull on Wilson, Shane. [to Will Atkey] Will, you're a witness to this.

Shane:
So you're Jack Wilson.

Wilson:
What's that mean to you, Shane?

Shane:
I've heard about you.

Wilson:
And what've you heard, Shane?

Shane:
I've heard that you're a low-down Yankee liar.

Wilson:
Prove it.