Glenn Ford: Ben Wade

3:10 to Yuma

Ben Wade

[last lines]
Dan Evans: Why did you do it, Ben?
Ben Wade: I don't like owing anybody any favors. You saved my life back at the hotel. That's all right, I've broken out of Yuma before.
Dan Evans: Well, my job's finished when I get you there.

Ben Wade: Hey, you know you look kind of skinny.
Emmy: I feel skinny.
Ben Wade: That's all right. I don't mind a skinny girl - just so she has blue eyes to make up for it. You got blue eyes?
Emmy: Brown.
Ben Wade: That's all right. They don't have to be blue.
[they kiss passionately]

Ben Wade: Mind telling me where we're going?
Dan Evans: No, I don't mind telling you. We're going to Contention City. We're going wait in a house by the station and when the 3:10 comes in we're going to put you on it.
Ben Wade: Thanks. Now if we get separated I'll know where to wait for you.

[after discovering where their leader has been hidden, one of Wade's gang members rides off to gather the outlaws to rescue their leader]
Ben Wade: Now don't go blamin' yourself, because it isn't your fault, you know. He'd have seen the same thing in Benson or Huachuca. No matter where you take me, somebody would be ridin' for help right now. You see, when one of us gets caught, we figure out all the places where they might take us and then we send one man ahead to each of those places... and wait... and watch.

Ben Wade: What are you squeezin' that watch for? Squeezin' that watch ain't gonna stop time.

Ben Wade: I mean, I don't go around just shootin' people down... I work quiet, like you.
Dan Evans: All right, so you're quiet like me. Well then, shut up like me.

[Potter is getting ready to go and join the posse who have gone after the stage robbers]
Alex Potter, town drunk: Ain't cha gonna help catch 'em?
Ben Wade: Ah, wish I could.
Alex Potter, town drunk: What'd they look like?
Ben Wade: Oh, they'll be easy to catch. That's three big men on three white horses.
Alex Potter, town drunk: [as he starts to ride off] Three white fellas... on three big horses, huh?

[first lines]
Mr. Butterfield, Stage Line Owner: Let me warn you - I am Mr. Butterfield; this is my line, these are my passengers. You bother any of them, I'll hound you from here to kingdom come.
Ben Wade: Mr. Butterfield, we don't mean to bother anybody - we just mean to get what's under that tarpaulin up there, that's all

Ben Wade: Well, the street seems to be clear and everybody's going inside. I guess they figure a storm is blowin' up, huh, Dan?

Ben Wade: Is the marshal around?
Emmy: He's in his office.
Ben Wade: Well, you tell him that the coach from Contention was help up. We passed it on the way in. They don't have any horses. Didn't you hear what I said?
Emmy: Yeah, I heard.
Ben Wade: Well, why don't you tell him.
Emmy: Well, the marshal takes his nap between one and two.