Gary Cooper: Jeff Dawson

Blowing Wild

Jeff Dawson

Marina Conway: [Clutching Jeff] No, Jeff! No. Don't go. I'm desperate! I need you. Help me. Help me!
Jeff Dawson: [Releases her] I'm sorry for you, but I can't help you.
Marina Conway: You mean you won't. You don't want to. Why?
Jeff Dawson: I mean this time I'm helping myself.
Marina Conway: That's not the reason, you know it. What is it, that girl? No, it can't be. You're not in love with her.
Jeff Dawson: Well, now that I hear you say it, I think I am.
Marina Conway: Well, you can't. I won't let you. You belong with me and you're going to stay with me.
Jeff Dawson: You're wrong. On both counts.

Jeff Dawson: [Confronting Marina] What have you done, Marina?
Marina Conway: I committed murder to get you. Murder!
Jeff Dawson: You killed Paco?
Marina Conway: I did it for you, don't you understand? I did it for you!
Jeff Dawson: [Choking her] You killed Paco. You killed him!
[He catches himself and releases her]
Jeff Dawson: Makes me sick even to look at you.
Marina Conway: You'll never get away from me. I'll never let you go. I'll say you helped me. I'll say I killed him and you helped me. I don't care if they hang me just so they hang you, too!

El Gavilan: Good morning, mister.
Jeff Dawson: What do you want?
El Gavilan: You haven't struck oil yet, senor.
Jeff Dawson: What's it to you?
El Gavilan: I only wish to tell you. It's dangerous.
Jeff Dawson: Why?
El Gavilan: They blow up many wells.
Jeff Dawson: Oh, I see.
El Gavilan: Perhaps the mister wants to prevent bandits from blowing up this well?
Jeff Dawson: That'd be pretty hard to do. We have no guns.
El Gavilan: You don't need a gun.
Jeff Dawson: We also have no money.
El Gavilan: Not even some money? Some little kind of money? Can't you get some? You got no friends? Who told you to dig here?
Jeff Dawson: I bought a lease.
El Gavilan: Ha! Then you have money and I want it!

Dutch Peterson: Oh, why'd they have to do it to us? We save every nickel to sink this well and now look at us. Ain't nothing left. Just nothing.
Jeff Dawson: There's still oil here and we're going to dig it out.
Dutch Peterson: How? What with? Where are we gonna get a drill pipe, tools and a new rig? Where? Where?
Jeff Dawson: We'll get us a job, save up and try it again.
Dutch Peterson: I'm sick and tired of trying. It it ain't floods or tornados, it's salt water or bandits. I'm just plain tired.
Jeff Dawson: It's a long way back to town. Let's go.
Dutch Peterson: I ain't going!
[He follows Jeff anyway]

Marina Conway: Why do you always fight me?
Jeff Dawson: You have a husband.
Marina Conway: You could've been my husband. Why aren't you?
Jeff Dawson: Because you're no good, Marina.
Marina Conway: I know. I wasn't always this way. With you it was different. You brought out everything decent in me. I wanted to be decent. When you walked out, you stole my chance.

Sal Donnelly: [putting on a fake English accent when she first meets Jeff] You are British, aren't you?
Jeff Dawson: [not fooled by her] American.