John Wayne credited as playing...
Wil Andersen
- Wil Andersen: I'm proud of ya... All of ya. Every man wants his children to be better'n he was. You are.
- [before fighting Long Hair]
- Wil Andersen: I'm thirty years older than you are. I had my back broke once, and my hip twice. And on my worst day I could beat the hell out of you.
- Asa Watts: [smiles, shakes his head] I don't think so.
- Wil Andersen: You will.
- [Knocks him down with a big left]
- Stuttering Boy Wilson: Son-of-a-bitch.
- Wil Andersen: What did you say?
- Stuttering Boy Wilson: You god-damned son-of-a-bitch!
- Wil Andersen: Say that again.
- Stuttering Boy Wilson: You god-damned, mean, son-of-a-bitch!
- Wil Andersen: Say it faster.
- Stuttering Boy Wilson: You god-damned, mean, dirty, son-of-a-bitch!
- Wil Andersen: I wouldn't make it a habit of calling me that, son.
- Cimarron: They didn't even dig him a decent grave.
- Wil Andersen: Well, it's not how you're buried, it's how you're remembered.
- Wil Andersen: Sometimes it's hard to understand the drift of things. This was a good boy. He'd have been a good man. He didn't get his chance. Death can come for ya any place, any time. It's never welcomed. But if you've done all you can do, and it's your best, in a way I guess you're ready for it.
- Wil Andersen: Now... this is the "Double O", this is Belle Fourche. In between is four hundred miles of the meanest country in the West. And the only way we're gonna get through is if you take orders. Is that clear?
- School boys: Yes, sir.
- Wil Andersen: Bring a bed roll, couple of good ropes, horse if ya got one. You'll get the best food in the territory, no rest, damn little sleep. And fifty big silver dollars, IF we make it to Belle Fourche. Now, you'll show up at my place first Monday after schools out at 5:00 a.m. And come with grit teeth, 'cuz gentlemen, that's when school really begins.
- Wil Andersen: You all right, boy?
- Fats - Cowboy: Yes, sir. My name's Clyde Potter. They call me Fats.
- Wil Andersen: Tend toward the gut myself.
- Wil Andersen: A fool comes to town with a fistful of gold dust, and every jackass from 50 miles around lights out after him.
- Wil Andersen: You know, trail driving is not Sunday school picnic. You got to figure you're dealing with the dumbest oneriest critter on God's green earth. The cow is nothing but trouble tied up in a leather bag - and the horse ain't much better.
- Asa Watts: What are you gonna use for hands on this drive of yours, huh? Them little bitty boys down there? Come on, you know better than that, Mr. Andersen. You know what you're gonna need to trundle them boys across the prairie, don't you? A baby carriage.
- Wil Andersen: Well whatever I need I'll get.
- Wil Andersen: My oldest son would have been forty this year. Middle aged. But they went bad on me... or I went bad on them.
- Wil Andersen: I don't expect to get to Belle Fourche with one single head of beef, but I'm cornered, so I'm taking ya on. Now this is the way it's gonna be: I'm a man and yer boys. Not cowmen, not by a damn sight, nothing but cowboys just like the word says. And I'm gonna remind you of it every single minute of every day and night.
- Jebediah Nightlinger: You know in the late war between the states I served under an officer just like you.
- Wil Andersen: Is that right?
- Jebediah Nightlinger: As a matter of fact I shot that military gentlemen in the buttocks. Just outside Vicksburg.
- Wil Andersen: I'd of hung ya.
- Jebediah Nightlinger: They gave me a medal.
- Wil Andersen: In my regiment, Mr. Nightlinger, I was known as 'Old Ironpants'. You might keep that in mind!
- Wil Andersen: An' if you run into any trouble, call Anse Peterson.
- Annie Andersen: Will, Anse Peterson is sixty years old.
- Wil Andersen: [smiling] Annie, so am I.