Robert Culp credited as playing...
Thomas Luther Price
- Thomas Luther Price: If you're too close to a man, you see too much of him. You can watch him sweat, wet his mouth, blink. And while your eyes are taking all that in, he can kill you. Back off. See everything and nothing.
- Hannie Caulder: I'll make it worth your while.
- Thomas Luther Price: I don't see no pockets in that blanket.
- Hannie Caulder: I wasn't talking about money.
- Thomas Luther Price: Well, I'll be damned. You do want somebody killed bad, don't you?
- Thomas Luther Price: [after knocking Hannie down] You wouldn't by any chance be married to a no-good bastard with a price on his head, would you?
- Hannie Caulder: You're a bounty hunter?
- Thomas Luther Price: I am.
- Hannie Caulder: You kill men for money?
- Thomas Luther Price: You know a better reason?
- Hannie Caulder: Yes, I do...
- Thomas Luther Price: [as Hannie gets up] Your man ran off with a... painted lady?
- Hannie Caulder: I wish he had.
- [turns around, walks away]
- Hannie Caulder: The way you shoot that gun, can you teach me?
- Thomas Luther Price: What for? You wanna kill somebody?
- Hannie Caulder: [looks back sharply] Yeah...!
- Thomas Luther Price: Horseshit. You couldn't go off and leave a man on the cold ground last night.
- Hannie Caulder: I'll learn.
- Thomas Luther Price: You'll forget, is what you'll do. Whatever it is that happened to you... you'll forget it.
- Hannie Caulder: The hell I will...!
- Thomas Luther Price: I don't know what your troubles are, lady, and I don't give a damn... but whatever it is, you can't solve it with a six-shooter.
- Hannie Caulder: In other words, you won't help me?
- Thomas Luther Price: Yeah, that's it.
- Thomas Luther Price: [handing Hannie a pair of pants] Here, put them on. You got about as much on underneath that blanket as my horse.
- [Hannie starts to pull them on]
- Thomas Luther Price: My name's Price. Thomas... Luther... Price.
- Hannie Caulder: Mine's Mrs... . mine's Hannie. Caulder.
- Thomas Luther Price: All right. Then let's get goin', Hannie Caulder.
- Hannie Caulder: Where to?
- Thomas Luther Price: Mexico. There's a... gunmaker there.
- Hannie Caulder: Gunmaker?
- Thomas Luther Price: Well, I can't very well teach you to shoot without one, can I?
- Thomas Luther Price: A man ought to leave something else behind him, besides headstones. So should a woman.
- Thomas Luther Price: You don't mind riding double with a dead man?
- [indicating his second horse carrying a dead body]
- Hannie Caulder: I don't mind.
- [last lines]
- Thomas Luther Price: [voiceover] Watch his hands. Watch his eyes. Remember, you're a target, too. Pick your spot. Ready, Hannie, get ready. Now!
- [Hannie shoots]
- Thomas Luther Price: Again, Hannie, again!
- [Hannie fires her gun twice more]
- Thomas Luther Price: Win or lose, you lose, Hannie Caulder.
- Thomas Luther Price: [teaching Hannie to deal with multiple adversaries] Now, there's a feller over here on your left, lookin' mean. Standing tall in the sun. He's got his thumbs hooked in his gunbelt, legs wide apart, hat tipped back. Over on your right is a fellow who's face you can't see. His hat's over his eyes, he's turned away from you , looks like he doesn't even notice you. Now, you gotta kill both of 'em. It would behoove you to kill the fastest one first. Up to it.
- Thomas Luther Price: [Hannie thinks for a moment, draws and shoots the target to the side] Here.
- [thumps his chest]
- Thomas Luther Price: Right here. Let's keep working.
- Bailey: Fine looking woman.
- Thomas Luther Price: She wants to be a man.
- Bailey: She'll never make it.
- Thomas Luther Price: No, not likely.
- Bailey: For which let us thank God.
- Thomas Luther Price: If I was to teach you the gun, you'd then go out and get your ass blowed off.
- Hannie Caulder: It's my ass.
- Thomas Luther Price: Shame to get it shot full o' holes. It's as pretty a one as I ever laid eyes on.
- Hannie Caulder: If you're lucky, you'll lay more than that.
- Hannie Caulder: They're gonna get what they deserve.
- Thomas Luther Price: Well, you're not. Win or lose, you lose.
- Thomas Luther Price: [Hannie has shot a Mexican but he keeps coming] Again, Hannie!
- [she hesitates]
- Thomas Luther Price: Again, Hannie!
- [Price shoots him down in her stead]
- Thomas Luther Price: Name's Bailey. Nobody knows why he settled in Mexico. First set up shop in New Orleans. When the war come, he switched over to making guns for the Confederate Army. 'Course, when the North took the town in '63, he had to make himself scarce. The Yankees give you a bad time - unless you was Abe Lincoln or a whore.
- Thomas Luther Price: I'll say it one more time: give it up, Hannie.
- Hannie Caulder: I can't.
- Thomas Luther Price: You mean you won't.
- Hannie Caulder: I mean I can't!