No love for The Outlaw Josey Wales?
Get ready, little lady. Hell is coming to breakfast.
Now remember, things look bad and it looks like you’re not gonna make it, then you gotta get mean. I mean plumb, mad-dog mean. 'Cause if you lose your head and you give up then you neither live nor win. That’s just the way it is.
When I get to likin’ someone, they ain’t around long.
I notice when you get to dislikin’ someone they ain’t around for long neither.
Are you gonna pull those pistols or whistle Dixie?
We thought about it for a long time, “Endeavor to persevere.” And when we had thought about it long enough, we declared war on the Union.
I didn’t surrender, but they took my horse and made him surrender.
There is iron in your words of death for all Comanche to see, and so there is iron in your words of life. No signed paper can hold the iron. It must come from men. The words of Ten Bears carries the same iron of life and death. It is good that warriors such as we meet in the struggle of life… or death. It shall be life.
Dyin’ ain’t much of a living, boy.
This boy was brought up in a time of blood and dying and never questioned a bit of it. He never turned his back on his folks or his kind. I rode with him… and I got no complaints. The blue bellies will give ya a better burial than I can, boy.
How did you know which one was goin’ to shoot first?
Well, that one in the center: he had a flap holster and he was in no itchin’ hurry. And the one second from the left: he had scared eyes, he wasn’t gonna do nothin’. But that one on the far left: he had crazy eyes. Figured him to make the first move.
How 'bout the one on the right?
Never paid him no mind; you were there.
I could have missed.
I’m an Indian, all right; but here in the nation they call us the “civilized tribe”. They call us “civilized” because we’re easy to sneak up on. White men have been sneaking up on us for years.
