Quotes

The Man from Laramie

Will Lockhart: What are you stickin' your neck out for, Charley?
Charley O'Leary: I'm a lonely man, Mr. Lockhart. So are you. I don't suppose we spoke ten words comin' down here, but I feel that I know ya, and I like what I know.

Sheriff Tom Quigby: It's your neck, Lockhart. If you want a Christian funeral, you'd better leave some money with the undertaker.

Charley O'Leary: I liked workin' for you Mr. Lockhart. I sorta hate to leave ya.
Will Lockhart: Well, maybe this won't be the kind of work you like.
Charley O'Leary: If it's got anything to do with who's sellin' repeating rifles to the Apaches, I'd like to help you.

Chris Boldt: Well, you strike me as a man that's looking for something and willing to pay for it.
Will Lockhart: Well, that depends upon what the information is and who's selling it.
Chris Boldt: Well, I ain't got no references. But anybody can tell you that Chris Boldt is a man not to be trusted. That means nobody's secrets are sacred with me.
Will Lockhart: Uh, huh. And just who were you figuring on selling out?
Chris Boldt: You just name 'em!
Will Lockhart: It wouldn't be *me*, would it?

Kate Canady: Why did you do it, Lockhart?
Will Lockhart: Oh, you too, huh?
Kate Canady: Now, look here. You get into a scrap with a man and five minutes later he's found dead. What am I supposed to think?"
Will Lockhart: You're supposed to think I killed him. I came all the way from Laramie to creep up a dark alley and knife the town drunk. Now, does that make better sense to you?
Kate Canady: If it did, I wouldn't be here.

Charley O'Leary: When I was a boy, my Pa told me that I was lucky to have an Irish pa and an Indian ma. Said I'd have two places to come home to. Don't seem like I have any.

[last lines]
Will Lockhart: When you go East, you'll pass through Laramie. And if you should ask for a Captain Lockhart, almost anybody'd tell you where to find me.
Barbara Waggoman: I'll remember that.

Alec Waggoman: I'm Alec Waggoman of the Barb. What's the reason for this?
Will Lockhart: Ask your son!
Alec Waggoman: I'm asking you.
Will Lockhart: All right, go out to the salt lagoons and you'll see twelve dead mules and three burnt wagons. They belong to me!
Alec Waggoman: Nobody asked you to come here.
Will Lockhart: Well, I'm here, Mr. Waggoman, and I'm gonna stay here and this town better get used to the idea!

Barbara Waggoman: Did you have any trouble getting here?
Will Lockhart: No, we came from Laramie.
Barbara Waggoman: Oh, is that your home?
Will Lockhart: No, ma'am. No, I can't rightly say anyplace is my home.
Barbara Waggoman: Oh, but everybody should have a place to remember and feel they belong to.
Will Lockhart: Well, I-I always feel like I belong... where I am.

Dave Waggoman: They're grazing on Barb land, aren't they?
Vic Hansbro: So they're eating a mouthful of grass! We got plenty growing around here.
Dave Waggoman: Alec always says: a steer swallows a mouthful of Barb grass, it becomes a Barb steer.

Will Lockhart: This is the most unfriendly country I've ever been in. Why is everybody so touchy?
Barbara Waggoman: It's a one-man country and Alec Waggoman's the man.

Barbara Waggoman: I want to be your wife, Vic, but if I can't get you to leave with me I won't stick around to be your widow.
Vic Hansbro: I don't die so quick.

Will Lockhart: You don't seem to have much trouble with the Apache, do you?
Alec Waggoman: I respect 'em. They were here first. Whatever I got from 'em I bought. I didn't just take it.

Vic Hansbro: I'm sorry about this. I figured you'd kinda had your bellyful of these parts and would be anxious to get out of here.
Will Lockhart: Yeah, well, I figure this place owes me somethin' and I'm gonna make it pay.
Vic Hansbro: Let me straighten you out, Mister. We got enough trouble around here with the Apaches and young Dave. Now don't you go startin' any!

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