Clark Gable credited as playing...
Big John McMasters
- Big John McMasters: I'm not blaming you, maybe. But you aren't walking out with him or anybody else, understand?
- Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters: Him? What are you...?
- Big John McMasters: Sand. He told me all about it. I had to give him a licking to show him that's out. You're my girl, see? And you always will be. Even if I have to lick you to prove it.
- Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters: I'm your girl. You can lick me if it'll help.
- Big John McMasters: Well, I'll save it for when you need it.
- Big John McMasters: [to Elizabeth] You sure can talk straight to a fella and ball him up at the same time.
- Big John McMasters: [walking up the saloon stairs to wash up] Hey, Whitey, I'll be back down like a spring breeze. Don't let those apes steal all your peaanuts.
- Whitey: They say that with diamonds where I come from.
- Big John McMasters: Yes, sir, Whitey, a brass band in a bathtub.
- [she laughs]
- Luther Aldrich: Now don't fly off halfcocked.
- Big John McMasters: I'll fly a kite down your windpipe!
- Big John McMasters: Hey, wait a minute little man. Ive been pulling oil out of the ground when your ma was givin' it to ya for your health.
- Spanish Eva: [working the register, Big John walks up behind her and slaps her behind] Hey, what do you...? John!
- Big John McMasters: Hi, Evie! How's my barrel of sweet Spanish crude?
- Big John McMasters: I'm here for laughs and then checking out on the morning train.
- Spanish Eva: You darn prairie jack. Where you hopping to now?
- Big John McMasters: I hear they brought in a big wildcat out in California.
- Spanish Eva: Wildcats. Always looking for wildcats. When you gonna settle down, darling?
- Big John McMasters: What the heck, Evie? Travel and brag, brag and travel. Maybe I'll hit oil where there ain't.
- Big John McMasters: Come on, Whitey, honey, throw your little derrick up right here. And happy days!
- Harry Compton: Who's your cheerful friend, John?
- Big John McMasters: Him? That's Shorty.
- Jonathan Sand: Name is Sand. John Sand.
- Harry Compton: Well, John. Two Johns. Oh, we gotta do something about that. Get all mixed up. But, first, I've got to find a nice girl for you to talk to.
- Jonathan Sand: If you don't mind, I'll just stick to whiskey.
- Jonathan Sand: I'm an oil man too, you know. I haven't been drilling all my life for gophers.
- Big John McMasters: Wait, I was pulling oil out of the ground when your ma was giving it to you for your health.
- Harmony Jones: Nice day for the race, ain't it?
- Big John McMasters: What race?
- Harmony Jones: The human race
- [busts out laughing]
- Big John McMasters: If you're so interested in cooking, why do you want to go around killing people for?
- Big John McMasters: Come on, you wild kitty. Spit.
- Jonathan Sand: Begins to get you about now, don't it?
- Big John McMasters: Yeah. Yeah, like when you're sparking around some dame. Oh, I forgot about that gal of yours, Shorty. Well, don't worry. She'll be walking' around in platinum garters.
- Big John McMasters: [at the craps table] I can't lose. I'm knee-deep in clover. Just for luck, Shorty. Come on, babies, once more. Oh, yeah.
- Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters: I thought it was Galahad. Galahad in boots and a Stetson, come to rescue the fair Elaine from the dragons. Underneath you're just Modred, aren't you?
- Big John McMasters: What do you mean, Modred?
- Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters: Sir Modred! Of all the knights, he was the wicked one.
- Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters: How's the chicken?
- Big John McMasters: Don't order fried chicken, it's three-year-old jackrabbit.
- Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters: Saved again from a fate worse than death.
- Big John McMasters: Come on, Lena, tell her John McMasters is just a babe in the woods.
- Lena, the waitress: I bring your soup, but don't go in no woods.
- Big John McMasters: What are you doing here, at that? Are you one of those lady drummers?
- Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters: Oh, no. I'm much more important than that. If I like it here, I might open a shop.
- Big John McMasters: What kind of a shop?
- Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters: Lingerie.
- Big John McMasters: Come again?
- Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters: Underwear. Ladies' underwear.
- Big John McMasters: Oh! Ladies' underwear? Well, I don't know. Now, you see... the girls in this town... Well, what I mean is there's not much call for...
- Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters: You'd better order.
- Big John McMasters: Yeah.