Damn Chinamans Been Running Them Cheap Shells Again

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LaBoeuf : As I sympathize it, Chaney... or Chelmsford, every bit he chosen himshelf in Texas... shot the senator'south canis familiaris. When the senator remonstrated, Chelmsford shot him too. You could contend that the shooting of the canis familiaris was simply an instance of malum prohibitum, simply the shooting of a senator is indubitably an instance of malum in se.

Rooster Cogburn : Malla-men what?

Mattie Ross : Malum in se. The distinction is between an act that is wrong in itself, and an human action that is incorrect only according to our laws and mores. Information technology is Latin.

Rooster Cogburn : I am struck that LaBoeuf is shot, trampled, and virtually severs his natural language, and non but does not end to talk, just spills the banks of English!
Cantankerous-examining Lawyer : Mister Cogburn, in your 4 years as US Align, how many men accept you shot?

Rooster Cogburn : Shot? Or killed?

Cantankerous-examining Lawyer : Allow us restrict it to killed so we may have a manageable figure!
Rooster Cogburn : [subsequently missing a shot on a bottle he threw upwardly in the air] The chinaman is running them cheap shells on me again.

LaBoeuf : I thought you lot were going to say the sun was in your eyes. That is to say, your Eye.
LaBoeuf : You are getting set to show your ignorance at present, Cogburn. I don't mind a little personal chaffing simply I won't hear anything against the Ranger troop from a human being similar you.L

Rooster Cogburn : How long have y'all boys been mounted on sheep down there?

LaBoeuf : My Appaloosa volition be galloping when that big American stud of yours is winded and collapsed. Now brand another joke about it. You are simply trying to put on a bear witness for this daughter Mattie with what you must recollect is a nifty tongue.

Rooster Cogburn : This is like women talking.

LaBoeuf : Yes, that is the way! Brand me out foolish in this girl'south eyes.

Rooster Cogburn : I think she has got you pretty well figured.
Lucky Ned Pepper : What is your intention Rooster? You think ane on iv is a dogfall?

Rooster Cogburn : I mean to kill y'all in i infinitesimal, Ned. Or see you hanged in Fort Smith at Judge Parker'south convenience. Which will you have?

Lucky Ned Pepper : I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man!

Rooster Cogburn : Fill up your mitt, you son of a bowwow!
Rooster Cogburn : [to Matty near burying the outlaws] The ground's likewise difficult. If they wanted a decent funeral, they should have got themselves killed in summer.
First Lawyer : Mr. Cogburn, did you find a canteen with a hundred and xx-five dollars in information technology?

Cross-examining Lawyer : Objection your Award, Leading

Judge Parker : Sustained. Rephrase the question.

First Lawyer : What happened then?

Rooster Cogburn : [slightly bellyaching] I establish a canteen with a hundred and twenty-v dollars in it.
Rooster Cogburn : If he is not in a shallow grave somewhere between here and Fort Smith he is gone. Long gone! Thanks to Mr. LaBeouf, we have missed our shot. He barked and the birds accept flown. Gone. Gone. Gone! Lucky Ned and his cohort gone. Your l dollars gone. Gone the whiskey - seized in show. The trail is cold, if in that location ever was one. I'm a foolish sometime man who'southward been drawn into a wild goose chase by a harpy in trouser and a nincompoop. Mr. LaBeouf, he can wonder the Choctaw Nation for as long as he likes. Perhaps the local In'jins will accept him in and honour his jibberings by making him principal. You, sis, may get where you similar. Our engagement is terminated. I bow out.
Cross-examining Lawyer : You lot sprang from cover with revolver in hand?

Rooster Cogburn : I did.

Cross-examining Lawyer : Loaded and artsy?

Rooster Cogburn : Well, if it ain't loaded and cocked, it don't shoot!
Rooster Cogburn : At The Green Frog, had a billiard table. Served ladies and men both, mostly men. Tried running it myself for a while, merely couldn't go on proficient aid. And I never did larn how to buy meat. Is it him?

Mattie Ross : [Examining hanging torso] I believe not.

Rooster Cogburn : Well, cut him downwards.

Mattie Ross : Why?

Rooster Cogburn : I might know him.

[Mattie climbs higher to reach the rope]

Rooster Cogburn : That's when I went out to the staked plains of Texas. Shoot buffalo with Vernon Shaftoe and a Flathead Indian named Olly. Well, the Mormons, well they run Shaftoe out of Great Table salt Lake Urban center, don't ask me what for. Phone call it a misunderstanding and leave it become at that. Well, big shaggies, about all gone now. Damned shame. Requite three dollars right now for a pickled buffalo tongue.

Mattie Ross : Why did they hang him then high?

Rooster Cogburn : I exercise not know. Possibly in the conventionalities it'd make him more than dead.
Rooster Cogburn : Nosotros'll sleep hither and follow in the morning.

Mattie Ross : Only we promised to bury the poor soul inside!

Rooster Cogburn : Ground'due south too difficult. If them men wanted a decent burial, they should have gotten themselves kilt in summer.
Rooster Cogburn : You go for a man difficult enough and fast enough, he don't have time to think near how many's with him; he thinks nearly himself, and how he might get clear of that wrath that'southward well-nigh to gear up down on him
Mattie Ross : [cutting the rope on the tree] Why did they hang him so high?

Rooster Cogburn : I do not know. Possibly in the conventionalities it'd make him more dead.
Mattie Ross : [LaBoeuf is whipping her] Are y'all going to permit him do this, Marshal?

Rooster Cogburn : [watches for a moment] No, I don't believe I will. Put your switch away, LaBoeuf.

LaBoeuf : I aim to finish what I started!

Rooster Cogburn : It'll be the biggest error you ever made, you Texas brush-popper.

[aims gun at LaBoeuf]
Rooster Cogburn : I'm a foolish old man who's been drawn into a wild goose chase by a harpie in trousers and a nincompoop.
Cross-examining Lawyer : So, yous say that when Amos Wharton raised his axe, you backed away from him.

Rooster Cogburn : That's right.

Cantankerous-examining Lawyer : In what direction were you going?

Rooster Cogburn : I always get backwards when I'm backing upwardly.
Rooster Cogburn : I do not know this man.
Emmett Quincy : Don't you go flappin' your gums, Moon! If you accident, I will kill you!

Moon : I'm played out, Quincy! We seen Ned and Hayes two days ago...

[Quincy draws a boot knife and cuts Moon's fingers off, then stabs him in the heart. Rooster immediately shoots Quincy in the face]

Rooster Cogburn : Goddamn information technology.
Rooster Cogburn : [exterior the motel] Who is in at that place?

Emmett Quincy : [from within the cabin] A Methodist and a son of a bowwow!
Rooster Cogburn : I'd give $3 now for a pickled buffalo tongue.
Rooster Cogburn : The jakes is occupied.

Mattie Ross : I know it is occupied Mr. Cogburn. As I said, I have business with you lot.

Rooster Cogburn : I have prior business.

Mattie Ross : You lot have been at information technology for quite some time, Mr. Cogburn.

Rooster Cogburn : At that place is no clock on my business organisation! To hell with you! To hell with you! How did you stalk me here?

Mattie Ross : The sheriff told me to look in the saloon. In the saloon they referred me here. We must talk.

Rooster Cogburn : Women ain't allowed in the saloon!

Mattie Ross : I was non at that place equally a customer. I am fourteen years sometime.

Rooster Cogburn : The jakes is occupied. And will be for some fourth dimension.
Rooster Cogburn : [afterwards singing for a long fourth dimension] That was "Johnny in the Depression Footing." There are very few fiddle tunes I have non heard. Once heard they are locked in my mind forever. It is a sadness to me that I have sausage fingers that cannot crowd onto a fretboard... Picayune fat girls at a cotillion. "Soldier's Joy"!

[sings more]

LaBoeuf : [to Mattie] I don't believe he slept.
Rooster Cogburn : That Chinamen is running them cheap shells on me over again.

LaBoeuf : I idea you gonna say the sun was in your eyes. That is to say, your Eye!
Rooster Cogburn : [LaBoeuf has been talking virtually malum prohibitum and malum in se] It astonishes me that Mr. LaBoeuf has been shot, trampled, and almost bitten his tongue off, and yet not simply does he go on to talk but he spills the banks of English language.
[from trailer]

Lucky Ned Pepper : I will kill this girl.

Rooster Cogburn : Biggest mistake you lot always fabricated.
Rooster Cogburn : [looks upwardly at the hanging corpse] Is information technology Cheney?

Mattie Ross : I would non recognize the soles of his feet.

Rooster Cogburn : Well, y'all'll have to clamber up and look. I'm too old and besides fat.
Rooster Cogburn : [referring to the defense chaser] Pencil-necked son of a bitch!
Rooster Cogburn : Is that him?

Mattie Ross : I believe non.

Rooster Cogburn : Oh, cut him down.

Mattie Ross : [incredulous] Why?

Rooster Cogburn : I might know him.
Moon : [Cogburn is offering the wounded Moon help in substitution for informations] My leg is giving me fits.

Rooster Cogburn : Yes, a young fellow similar yous don't want to lose his leg.

Emmett Quincy : [to Moon] He's trying to become at you!

Rooster Cogburn : ...with the truth.
Rooster Cogburn : You are non LaBoeuf.
Mattie Ross : [haggling with Cogburn] You're trying to take reward of me.

Rooster Cogburn : I'grand giving you lot the children'southward rate! I'grand not a sharper. I'm an one-time homo sleeping in a rope bed in a room behind a Chinese grocery. I accept zero.

Mattie Ross : Yous want to be kept in whiskey.

Rooster Cogburn : I don't need to buy that, I confiscate it.
LaBoeuf : I was inside three hundred yards of Chelmsford one time. The closest I have been. With a Sharp's carbine that is within range, but I was mounted and had the choice of firing off-hand or dismounting to shoot from rest, which would permit Chelmsford to broaden the distance. I fired mounted... and fired wide.

Rooster Cogburn : You cannot hit a human three hundred yards if your gun was resting on Gibraltar.

LaBoeuf : The Sharp'due south carbine is an instrument of uncanny balance and precision.

Rooster Cogburn : I've no doubt that the gun is sound.
Rooster Cogburn : That didn't pan out.
Rooster Cogburn : Well, Me and Align Potter went out to the smokehouse. And that stone had been moved, the jar with the money in information technology was gone.

Cantankerous-examining Lawyer : Objection, speculative.

Judge Parker : Sustained.

First Lawyer : You found a flat grey rock, in the corner of the smoke house. With a hollowed out space there.

Cantankerous-examining Lawyer : If the prosecutor is going to give bear witness, I suggest he be sworn.

First Lawyer : What did you find, if anything, in the corner of that smokehouse?

Rooster Cogburn : We found a flat grey rock with a hollowed out space nether information technology. Naught there.
Rooster Cogburn : I'one thousand not a sharper. I am an old man sleeping on a rope bed in a room behind the Chinese grocery. I have nothing.

Mattie Ross : You want to be kept in whiskey.

Rooster Cogburn : I don't accept to buy that, I confiscate it. I am an officer of the court. Ah, thank you. $100, that's the charge per unit.

Mattie Ross : I shall not niggle. Tin we depart this afternoon?