California Frontier (1938)

Buck Jones: Buck Pearson

Quotes 

• General Wyatt : Captain, you've heard, of course, that California may be admitted into the Union as a state?

  Buck Pearson : I've heard some Congressional rumblings, sir.

  General Wyatt : Well, we're getting a lot of troublesome reports from out there. The Constitution of the United States guarantees protection for all people within its borders, but there are unscrupulous men at work creating a reign of terror against the Mexican landowners.

  Buck Pearson : There's always disorder where there's gold and fertile land involved, sir, and that country has both.

• Buck Pearson : I'd like to get a room.

  Bartender : All right. Sign here.

  Buck Pearson : How much are they?

  Bartender : Thirty dollars.

  Buck Pearson : Thirty dollars is pretty steep for a week, isn't it?

  Bartender : Thirty dollars a day!

  Buck Pearson : The room ought to be big enough to hold my horse.

  Bartender : Oh, two in a room? That'll be ten dollars extra.

• Buck Pearson : I was here a while ago, but the office was closed.

  Land Agent Barclay : I know. I was at a funeral.

  Buck Pearson : Oh, I guess you don't feel any too much like working today, then.

  Land Agent Barclay : Oh, I don't know. It wasn't my funeral.

• Buck Pearson : Isn't he the land agent here?

  Land Agent Barclay : He was. I told you I was at a funeral.

  Buck Pearson : Oh. What happened?

  Land Agent Barclay : Poisoning.

  Buck Pearson : Ptomaine?

  Land Agent Barclay : Lead.

• Mal Halstead : And in case you should happen to find any Mexicans camping out on the place, you know what to do.

  Buck Pearson : Why, no. Just exactly what do I do?

  Mal Halstead : Throw 'em off! They don't belong there. And if they holler, gun 'em off! This land is for Americans.

  Buck Pearson : Ohh, I throw 'em off?

  Mal Halstead : That's right... and you might let me know how you make out.

• [last lines] 

  General Wyatt : Captain Pearson!

  Buck Pearson : Yes, sir!

  General Wyatt : Your orders are to return to California to cement our friendship with our new Americans. Of course, I shall be the best man at the wedding.

  Buck Pearson : Is that an order, sir?

  General Wyatt : It is, Captain.

  [to Dolores] 

  Buck Pearson : That's an order.

  Dolores Cantova : Orders are orders.

  [Buck bends to kiss Dolores] 

  General Wyatt : Captain Pearson!

  Buck Pearson : Yes, sir!

  General Wyatt : One mile from the flagpost.