Big John McMasters:
I'm not blaming you, maybe. But you aren't walking out with him or anybody else, understand?
Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters:
Him? What are you...?
Big John McMasters:
Sand. He told me all about it. I had to give him a licking to show him that's out. You're my girl, see? And you always will be. Even if I have to lick you to prove it.
Elizabeth Bartlett McMasters:
I'm your girl. You can lick me if it'll help.
Big John McMasters:
Well, I'll save it for when you need it.
Man abandoned by Whitey:
[
Whitey rises from table to follow Clark Gable; man she was with tries to restrain her] Hey, wait a minute! Where're ya goin'?
Whitey:
Let go of me! I pick my own posies, jughead!
Big John McMasters:
[
walking up the saloon stairs to wash up] Hey, Whitey, I'll be back down like a spring breeze. Don't let those apes steal all your peaanuts.
Whitey:
They say that with diamonds where I come from.
Big John McMasters:
Yes, sir, Whitey, a brass band in a bathtub.
[
she laughs]
Big John McMasters:
[
to Elizabeth] You sure can talk straight to a fella and ball him up at the same time.
Big John McMasters:
This is an old-time barroom fight. The man who hits first wins, and that's me.
Jonathan Sand:
[
to Vanmeer's maid] Scram you! I'll buy you a diamond daybed for Christmas.
Jonathan Sand:
[
to Evie] Evie, you're a good kid, but keep all your teeth.
Hiring boss:
[
about Big John] Why don't you let me bust him, boss?
Jonathan Sand:
[
restaining him] I'd rather have you keep your health.
Jonathan Sand:
Now, how can a guy be breaking the law when he's trying to save the resources of this country? He didn't know that he was doin' anything that you might call conservation, but bein' one of the best oilmen there is, he's got the right hunch about oil. He knows it took billions of years to put it there, and takin' it out at the rate we're goin', there won't be any oil left in the good U.S.A.
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