Anna: You’re a good sheep farmer!
Albert: Oh my god, please! I suck at sheep. Louise was right, I can’t keep track of them. There was a sheep in the whorehouse the last week.
Anna: Really?
Albert: Yeah. Wandered in there, and then when I went to pick it up, somehow it had made 20 dollars.
“Let’s go.” William Holden.
“Why not?” Warren Oates.
Evil giggles by Ernest Borgnine. The Wild Bunch, summing up the movie in a handful of words.
Why are the greatest American movies Westerns? Okay, I’ve been around the history of American popular culture long enough to know this, but what are the thoughts of others?
Heh. I went back and read the whole thread. (It’s only four pages of memorable quotes!) I therefore managed to prevent myself from repeating a quote I wanted to make, which is my favorite western line. (I was going to pull a quote from the Magnificent Seven.)
John ( Jimmy Stewart)“Harley, I’d like to talk to ya if you got a minute.”
Harley ( Henry Fonda) “Sure John”
John “Ahh, you told me that story about twice now. Once last week, and then once before when we were about 500 miles south of here. D…d…do ya know where we are now Harley?”
Harley " Not exactly."
John " We’re in Wyoming Territory. I wouldn’t mention it but you been talkin’ all the way from Texas."
Harley “I just been keepin’ ya company, John.”
John " Well I appreciate it Harley and I don’t mind it too much for the first hundred miles, but Harley, you been talkin’ for a thousand miles."
Harley " I’m sorry John. Ya shoulda told me."
I was about to post a Will Munny line from *Unforgiven *(we watched it on Netflix over the weekend), but decided to check to see if someone else had already used it. Yep: Gordon Urquhart in post #22, six years ago.
Lee Marvin to Kay Lenz in Great Scout and Cathouse Thursday: (a vastly under-rated film)
[Sam rebuffs the romantic advances of Thursday]
*Thursday: Where are you going, Sam?
Sam Longwood: I’m going into town to get my money from Jack Colby and then get shed of the bunch of ya! I’ve been shot five times, knifed twice, bit on the ass by a pig, stomped on by a horse and sat on by a mule and once, in the winter of '91, a grizzly chewed off my big toe. And I’ve survived two avalanches, three blizzards, five Indian uprisings and seven Presidential elections, but I’ve never been owned by no woman nor dog…and I’ve come too far down the road to let it happen to me now.*