Jack Elam credited as playing...
Hank
- [Gypsy is waiting outside the General Store. She's bored, and playing with the wooden beams. She sees a man sprawled out on the bench, his feet propped up on one end and his head on the other, his hat pulled over his eyes. He's sound asleep, and snoring loudly. Once in a while he would snort and grunt. Gypsy walks up to him and prods one of his feet. The man, Hank, grunts and wakes up]
- Gypsy Cole: Are you sick?
- Hank: No. I was just, uh, just thinking. Care to sit and think a spell, Rosebud?
- Gypsy Cole: My name ain't Rosebud, it's Gypsy.
- [Hank laughs warmly]
- Hank: Shake hands with a champeen.
- [Hank snorts and clears his throat before drifting off again. Gypsy gets up onto the adjacent bench, lies down and pulls her bonnet over her eyes in a mimicry of Hank]
- [Wilhelmina pokes Hank, who is lazing on a bench, with a broom. Hank hollers and almost falls off the bench]
- Wilhelmina Peterson: Get out, Hank! Come on. This here Mr. Cole wants to buy himself some stock. It's worth a dollar to him if you show him around.
- Hank: For a dollar can't I just point?
- [Gypsy and Hank are watching a caterpillar crawling up a blade of grass]
- Gypsy Cole: You know something, Champ-een?
- Hank: What's that, Rosebud?
- Gypsy Cole: He looks something like you.
- Hank: [laughing] Does, kinda, don't he?
- [Gypsy and Hank are playing with a cat's cradle. Hank gets his fingers caught up in it]
- Gypsy Cole: You got troubles, ain't ya, Champ-een?
- Hank: [smiling] Hog-tied myself for a fair, Rosebud.
- Hank: Every man's gotta have him a dream, and... this here's Jim's dream. His heart sure is in this land, ma'am. Sure is in it.