Russell Arms: Larry Evans

Loaded Pistols

Larry Evans

[after tying Gene to a chair, Mary and Larry prepare to flee an approaching posse]
Gene Autry: Hey, wait a minute! Get me out of this steer's necktie and I'll help cloud your trail.
Larry Evans: Why should we trust you?
Gene Autry: Why, Ed's ghost would haunt me if I let them hang the wrong man.

Gene Autry: Say, by the way, if you didn't plug Norton, how come he was killed with your gun?
Larry Evans: I ran out of dough and I put in my gun to stay in the game.
Gene Autry: Like this one?
Larry Evans: Yeah. I *had* a pair of 'em.
Gene Autry: You were out to make yourself a reputation, weren't you? You certainly did. It's too bad - that sort of dime-store hero went out with Billy the Kid.

[Gene lays his handkerchief on the ground]
Larry Evans: What are you doin'?
Gene Autry: Puttin' my ear to the ground. It's an old Indian scout trick. Silk picks up sound... Wagon comin'.

Gene Autry: Get out of those clothes!
Larry Evans: What?
Gene Autry: You heard me. Chuck the duds and get in the creek!
Larry Evans: In the creek? But it's ice water! You wanna give me pneumonia?
Gene Autry: Yeah, but you'll catch lead poisoning if they catch you in that gray check shirt, riding a palomino.

Larry Evans: I'm givin' you a chance, Autry.
Gene Autry: Why you cheap imitation of a leather-slapper. I oughta turn you over to Cramer just to teach you a lesson.
Larry Evans: Draw or I'll plug ya.
Gene Autry: Give me that cap pistol before I use it to part your hair!

Gene Autry: Jim, somebody wants this ranch... wants it bad enough to commit murder. Now what could be here that would pay a man enough to risk his neck for it.
Jim Hedge: Nothin'.
Gene Autry: Hold on now, Jim...
Jim Hedge: I don't haveta. I been over this country hundreds of times.
Mary Evans: No gold?
Jim Hedge: Ohhh, maybe enough to fill your tooth.
Larry Evans: No silver?
Jim Hedge: Welll, might find enough to plate a watch.
Gene Autry: You sure there's nothing here?
Jim Hedge: Are you crazy in the head? I've been prospecting these parts ever since the Apaches were takin' potshots at everything that was movin'...
[chuckles]
Jim Hedge: That is, everything but coyotes. It's bad luck to shoot your own relatives.

Gene Autry: Jim, I want you to take Larry and keep him under cover until you hear from me.
Larry Evans: Oh, I couldn't ask Mr. Hedges to take a risk like that.
Jim Hedge: You didn't!
[points to Gene]
Jim Hedge: He did.