El gran McLintock

George Washington McLintock: Becky! Come here. There's somethin' I ought to tell you. Guess now's as good a time as any. You're gonna have every young buck west of the Missouri around here tryin' to marry you - mostly because you're a handsome filly, but partly because I own everything in this country from here to there. They'll think you're gonna inherit it. Well, you're not. I'm gonna leave most of it to... well, to the nation really, for a park where no lumbermen'll cut down all the trees for houses with leaky roofs. Nobody'll kill all the beaver for hats for dudes nor murder the buffalo for robes. What I'm gonna give you is a 500-cow spread on the Upper Green River. Now that may not seem like much, but it's more than we had, your mother and I. Some folks are gonna say I'm doin' all this so I can sit up in the hereafter and look down on a park named after me, or that I was disappointed in you -- didn't want you to get all that money -- but the real reason, Becky, is because I love you, and I want you and some young man to have what I had, 'cause all the gold in the United States Treasury and all the harp music in Heaven can't equal what happens between a man and a woman with all that growin' together. I can't explain it any better than that.