Unforgiven (1992)

Gene Hackman: Little Bill Daggett

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Quotes 

• Little Bill Daggett : You'd be William Munny out of Missouri. Killer of women and children.

  Will Munny : That's right. I've killed women and children. I've killed just about everything that walks or crawled at one time or another. And I'm here to kill you, Little Bill, for what you did to Ned.

• Will Munny : Who's the fellow that owns this shithole?

  [pause] 

  Will Munny : You, fat man. Speak up.

  Skinny Dubois : Uh, I... I own this establishment. I bought the place from Greeley for a thousand dollars.

  [Will levels the shotgun, and speaks to someone standing behind Skinny] 

  Will Munny : You better clear outta there.

  Man : Yes, sir.

  [scampers out of the way] 

  Little Bill Daggett : Just hold it right there. Hold it...!

  [Will shoots Skinny. Screaming, the women scatter upstairs] 

  Little Bill Daggett : Well, sir, you are a cowardly son of a bitch! You just shot an unarmed man!

  Will Munny : Well, he should have armed himself if he's going to decorate his saloon with my friend.

• Little Bill Daggett : I don't deserve this... to die like this. I was building a house.

  Will Munny : Deserve's got nothin' to do with it.

  [aims gun] 

  Little Bill Daggett : I'll see you in hell, William Munny.

  Will Munny : Yeah.

  [fires] 

• Little Bill Daggett : Look son, being a good shot, being quick with a pistol, that don't do no harm, but it don't mean much next to being cool-headed. A man who will keep his head and not get rattled under fire, like as not, he'll kill ya.

  W.W. Beauchamp : But if the other fella is quicker, and fires first...

  Little Bill Daggett : Then he'll be hurrying, and he'll miss. Look here...

  [stands and draws his gun] 

  Little Bill Daggett : That's about as fast as I can draw, and aim, and hit anything more than ten feet away... 'less it's a barn.

  W.W. Beauchamp : But if he doesn't miss?

  Little Bill Daggett : Then he'll kill ya.

  [chuckles] 

  Little Bill Daggett : Yeah, that's why there's so few dangerous men around like old Bob, like me. It ain't so easy to shoot a man anyhow, especially if the son-of-a-bitch is shootin' back at you. I mean, that'll just flat rattle some folks.

• [Little Bill tells the real story of English Bob's gunfight] 

  Little Bill Daggett : First off, Corky never carried two guns. Though he should have.

  W.W. Beauchamp : No, no, he was, he was called "Two-Gun Corcoran."

  Little Bill Daggett : Yeah well, a lot of folks did call him "Two-Gun" but that wasn't because he was sporting two pistols. That was because he had a dick that was so big it was longer than the barrel of that Walker Colt that he carried. And the only "insultin' to a lady" he ever did was to stick that thing of his into this French lady that Bob here was kind of sweet on.

• [Little Bill is telling Beauchamp the real story of English Bob's gunfight] 

  Little Bill Daggett : You see, the night that Corky walked into the Blue Bottle, and before he knows what's happening, Bob here takes a shot at him! And he misses, 'cause he's so damn drunk. Now that bullet whizzing by panicked old Corky, and he did the wrong thing. He went for his gun in such a hurry that he shot his own damn toe off. Meantime Bob here, he's aiming real good, and he squeezes off another, but he misses, because he's still so damn drunk, and he hits this thousand-dollar mirror up over the bar. And now, the Duck of Death is as good as dead. Because Corky does it right. He aims real careful, no hurry...

  W.W. Beauchamp : And...?

  Little Bill Daggett : BAM! That Walker Colt blew up in his hand, which was a failing common to that model. You see, if old Corky had had two guns instead of just a big dick, he would have been there right to the end to defend himself.

  W.W. Beauchamp : Wait a minute. You mean that, English Bob killed him when he didn't even have...?

  Little Bill Daggett : Well, old Bob wasn't goin' to wait for Corky to grow a new hand. No, he just walked over there real slow - 'cause he was drunk - and shot him right through the liver. Pop!

• Little Bill Daggett : [correcting W.W Beauchamp]  Eyewitnesses?

  W.W. Beauchamp : Yes, sir.

  Little Bill Daggett : Like the Duck himself, I guess.

  W.W. Beauchamp : The Duke.

  Little Bill Daggett : Duck, I says.

• Little Bill Daggett : It's been a long time, Bob. You run out of Chinamen?

  English Bob : Little Bill, well I thought you was, well I thought that you were dead. I see you've shaved your chin whiskers off.

  Little Bill Daggett : I was tasting the soup two hours after I ate it.

  English Bob : Well, actually, what I heard was that you fell off your horse, drunk of course, and that you broke your bloody neck.

  Little Bill Daggett : I heard that one myself, Bob. Hell, I even thought I was dead 'til I found out it was just that I was in Nebraska.

• Little Bill Daggett : You just shot an unarmed man.

  Bill Munny : He should have armed himself if he's gonna decorate his saloon with my friend.

• [Sending English Bob on his way after beating and jailing him] 

  Little Bill Daggett : I suppose you know, Bob, if I ever see you again I'm just going to start shooting and figure it was self-defense.

• Little Bill Daggett : [talking to English Bob, and refering to a book]  That you here, Bob, on the cover? "The Duck of Death?"

  W.W. Beauchamp : Duke. It's the Duke. "Duke of Death."

• Little Bill Daggett : You been talking about that Queen of yours, again, Bob?

  [punches him] 

  Little Bill Daggett : On Independence Day?

• [Will takes aim at Little Bill] 

  Will Munny : You boys better move away.

  [the men standing around Little Bill scatter] 

  Little Bill Daggett : All right, gentlemen. He's got one barrel left. When he fires that, take out your pistols, and shoot him down like the mangy scoundrel he is!

• Little Bill Daggett : I don't deserve this... to die like this. I was building a house.

  Will Munny : Deserve's got nothin' to do with it.

  Little Bill Daggett : I'll see you in hell William Munny.

  Will Munny : ...Yeah...

  Will Munny : [Shoots Little Bill in the head] 

• Little Bill Daggett : Now Ned, them whores are going to tell different lies than you. And when their lies ain't the same as your lies... Well, I ain't gonna hurt no woman. But I'm gonna hurt you. And not gentle like before... but bad.

• [Little Bill viciously kicks English Bob] 

  Little Bill Daggett : I guess you think I'm kicking you, Bob. But it ain't so. What I'm doing is talking, you hear? I'm talking to all those villains down there in Kansas. I'm talking to all those villains in Missouri. And all those villains down there in Cheyenne. And what I'm saying is there ain't no whore's gold. And if there was, how they wouldn't want to come looking for it anyhow.

• Strawberry Alice : You just kicked the shit out of an innocent man.

  Little Bill Daggett : Innocent? Innocent of what?

• Little Bill Daggett : Now all you gotta do is pull the trigger mister.

• [about the two cowboys who cut Delilah's face] 

  Strawberry Alice : You mean you ain't even gonna whip 'em?

  Little Bill Daggett : Well, I fined 'em instead, Alice.

  Strawberry Alice : [furious]  After what they done? Skinny gets some ponies and that's it? That ain't fair, Little Bill. That ain't fair!

  Little Bill Daggett : Haven't you seen enough blood for one night? Hell, Alice, it's not like they was tramps, or loafers, or bad men. Just two hard-working boys that was foolish. If they was given over to wickedness in a regular way...

• Little Bill Daggett : I'll have that thirty-two Bob.

• Little Bill Daggett : Let the man out W.W. He's desiring to leave the hospitality of Big Whiskey behind him.

• Little Bill Daggett : I guess you think I'm kicking you Bob!

  [whilst kicking him to the ground] 

• Little Bill Daggett : [to W. W. Beauchamp, referring to the passage in Beauchamp's book where English Bob claims to have killed "Two Gun" Corcoran because Corcoran insulted a lady's honor]  Yeah, well, a lotta folks did call him "Two Gun," but that wasn't because he was sportin' two pistols. No, it was because he had a dick that was so big, it was longer than the barrel on that Walther Colt that he carried. And the only insultin' he ever did was to stick that thing of his into this French lady that English Bob here was kinda sweet on.