El Dorado (1967)
Robert Mitchum: El Dorado Sheriff J.P. Harrah
Mississippi : [examining J.P.'s leg after he's been shot] I gotta cut this pant leg.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Well, go ahead and cut it! Have you got a kni...
[Mississippi pulls out his knife from its hiding place on his back]
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : A knife? Uh, I suppose I've asked this before, but just who?
[looks at Cole instead]
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Who is he?
Cole : Tell him your name, Mississippi.
Mississippi : [sighs and looks up] Alan Bourdillion Trehearne.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Well, no wonder he carries a knife.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : [Cole has just been treated for a gunshot wound] Doctor, can he be moved?
Dr. Miller : Sure, in a couple of hours, but don't go bouncin' him around.
Maudie : He can stay here. I'll... I'll make him comfortable.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Oh, I've got a fine bed over at my place. It's, uh, narrow and it's hard and it's uncomfortable, but, uh, he won't get bounced around.
Cole : What was the idea of diving under those horses?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Diving under those horses?
Mississippi : Yeah. A man can't shoot good when his horse is jumping, and a horse will not step on a man.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : He won't?
Mississippi : He will?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Alan Bourdillion Ter-who?
Cole : Terhane.
Mississippi : Trahearne!
Cole : [with Hara] Trahearne.
Mississippi : Yeah.
Cole : Where is Mississippi?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Who is Mississippi?
Cole : Well that's the kid... fella that was around with us all night.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Where is he?
Cole : That's what I was asking Bull.
Bull Harris : Across the street at the stable. Saw someone pointing a gun after us.
Cole : He ought to know better than that.
Bull Harris : You want me to go after him?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Bull, you certainly ought to know better.
Bull Harris : The first time in two months I've felt like doing nothing for you, now you don't want me to do it.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Was there something wrong with that or is it just my hangover?
Bull Harris : You made better sense when you was drinking.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Why aren't you laughing now? It's the same drunken sheriff, the same hat, the same outfit, why don't you laugh? Let me hear you laugh!
Maudie : You must like that man. Want me to tell you about him?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : You don't have to tell me about Cole.
Maudie : I know I don't. That's why I want to. I met Cole right after my husband was killed. I did tell you that.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Yeah, you told me.
Maudie : Well, there I was stranded. A gambler's widow, not a chip to my name. Cole was awful good to me. Gave me a stake. Helped me get on my feet. Never would take a... I don't know J.P, with Cole and me I guess it's a... I'll always think of him as a... , as a...
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : He's a top hand.
Maudie : I guess so.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Yeah, well, Cole always was pretty lucky.
Maudie : Have you known him a long time?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Yeah I've known him a long time, since before the war. We've, uh, we've travelled some together.
Maudie : Sure, I know what that means. It means either you saved his life or he saved yours, or both. And neither one of you will talk about it. Men.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Would you like it set to music, Maudie, with a full orchestra?
Matt MacDonald : Well, look who's here.
Kevin MacDonald : You're a little late ain't ya.
Saul MacDonald : Yeah, whatcha you do, stop off for a drink?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : All right, I'm late. I maybe too late but that's no reason for the rest of you to get gunned down.
Kevin MacDonald : Why do you say that?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Because you're outclassed.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Didn't the last time you shot a man teach you anything at all, Joey?
Cole : J.P, why don't you settle down?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I just can't help it Cole. I've got the shakes so bad...
Cole : You've had 'em before.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Yeah, well not with a hole in my leg, and a bunch of unfriendly people hanging around outside just waiting for somebody to...
Cole : What do you wanna do? Quit?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Why are you here?
Cole : Waiting for a fella. Name's Nelse McLeod.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Oh, Nelse McLeod with the...
Cole : That one. Want some coffee?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : No I don't.
Cole : I met him down near the border. Said he wanted me to work with him on a job. Range war. But he said it'd be easy. All we had to worry about was a drunken sheriff. Are you sure you don't want some coffee?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Bull, I need you.
Bull Harris : You what?
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I need you, Bull.
Bull Harris : Now if you start being nice to me, I'll quit you for sure. Shock'd be too much. I'd sooner have you hungover and nasty.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Speaking of that, how about a little drink, Bull?
Bull Harris : Darn it. Took you a long time to think of that one.
Doctor Donovan : You know these wounds were made by buckshot don't you?
Cole : I thought they were.
Doctor Donovan : Who was using a shotgun?
Cole : A certain young man...
Mississippi : I was using a shotgun, Doc.
Doctor Donovan : You. I thought you was on there side.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : He was.
Mississippi : I told you I was no good with a gun.
Bull Harris : Trouble is, Doc, Cole was in front of the gun. The safe place is behind Mississippi when he shoots that thing.
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : You thought it was pretty funny, too, didn't you. Well, why aren't you laughing now? Let me hear you laugh!
[hits Jason with his rifle]
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : I don't know who you think you are,Jason, but I...
Cole : J.P.!
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : No. You're right, Cole. You're a lucky man, Jason, 'cause I wanted to kill you bad!
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : Damn you, Bull!
Sheriff J. P. Harrah : [bathing in the jail cell as several people enter] Good morning, good morning, good morning... I'd have more privacy in the El Paso railroad station.