Hailee SteinfeldQuotes

Nadine Franklin: [in the bathroom; she reaches for toilet paper, but there is none left.] Please. Please, god, help me. Why do I even bother? Why do I even... You've never given me one thing. Any time I ask you for anything, you're like, "oh, you need help with something? Let me help you. I'm just playing. I'm gonna butt-fuck you some more.

Nadine Franklin: Don't be awkward. Socialize.

Nadine Franklin: Nick, I like you. I want you to put your mouth on my tits. We can do it in the Petland stockroom.

Nadine Franklin: I just had a horrible thought... I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life with myself.

Nadine Franklin: There are two types of people in the world: The people who naturally excel at life. And the people who hope all those people die in a big explosion.

Mattie Ross: If I had killed Chaney, I would not be in this fix, but my gun misfired.

Lucky Ned Pepper: [Chuckling] They will do it. It will embarrass you every time. Most girls like to play pretties, but you like guns, do you?

Mattie: I do not care a thing about guns. If I did, I would have one that worked.

Rooster Cogburn: We'll sleep here and follow in the morning.

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

Rooster: Ground's too hard. Them men wanted a decent burial, they should have got themselves killed in summer.

LaBoeuf: You give out very little sugar with your pronouncements. While I sat there watchin I gave some thought to stealin a kiss, though you are very young, and sick, and unattractive to boot. But now I have a mind to give you five or six good licks with my belt.

Mattie Ross: One would be just as unpleasant as the other.

LaBoeuf: I've just come from Yell County.

Mattie Ross: We have no rodeo clowns in Yell County.

LaBoeuf: A saucy line will not get you far with me.

Col. Stonehill: I will pay two hundred and twenty-five dollars and keep the grey horse. I don't want the ponies.

Mattie Ross: I cannot accept that. There will be no settlement after I leave this office. It will go to law—

Col. Stonehill: All right! This is my last offer: two hundred and fifty dollars. For that, I get the release previously discussed and I keep your father's saddle. The grey horse is not yours to sell!

Mattie: The saddle is not for sale. I will keep it. Lawyer Dagget will prove ownership of the grey horse. He will come after you with a writ of replevin.

Rooster Cogburn: The jakes is occupied.

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

Rooster: I have prior business.

Mattie: You have been at it for quite some time, Mr. Cogburn.

Rooster: There is no clock on my business! To hell with you! How did you stalk me here?

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

Rooster: Women ain't allowed in the saloon!

Mattie: I was not there as a customer. I am fourteen years old.

Rooster: [long pause] The jakes is occupied, and will be for some time.

Mattie Ross: [Final voice-over, as an adult, after learning of Rooster's death] I had the body removed to our plot, and I have visited it over the years. No doubt people talk about that. They say, "Well, she hardly knew the man. Isn't she a cranky old maid?" It is true, I have not married. I never had time to fool with it. I heard nothing more of the Texas officer LaBoeuf. If he is yet alive, I would be pleased to hear from him. I judge he would be in his seventies now, and nearer eighty than seventy. I expect some of the starch has gone out of that cowlick. Time just gets away from us.

Mattie Ross: And "futile," Marshal Cogburn, "pursuit would be futile"? It's not spelled "f-u-d-e-l.

Mattie Ross: [Opening voice-over, as an adult] People do not give it credence that a young girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father's blood, but it did happen. I was just 14 years of age when a coward by the name of Tom Chaney shot my father down and robbed him of his life and his horse and two California gold pieces that he carried in his trouser band. Chaney was a hired man and Papa had taken him up to Fort Smith to help lead back a string of Mustang ponies he had bought. In town, Chaney had fallen to drink and cards and lost all his money. He got it into his head he was being cheated and went back to the boarding house for his Henry rifle. When Papa tried to intervene, Chaney shot him. Chaney fled. He could have walked his horse, for not a soul in that city could be bothered to give chase. No doubt Chaney fancied himself scot-free, but he was wrong. You must pay for everything in this world, one way and another. There is nothing free, except the grace of God.

Stack: You droolin'.

Mary: You want some?

Remmick: You looking for some fresh air, or...

Mary: I just come to see if y'all was good people.

Remmick: Aw darlin that's so sweet of you.

Joan: So sweet.

Remmick: We most surely are

Mary: [sitting next to him] And y'all got money to spend?

Remmick: Oh yeah, plenty money. You wanna see?

Mary: [Bert hands her some gold] Yeah, I wanna see. What type of money is this?

Remmick: The solid gold kind, darlin'. Yeah.

Mary: Where's this from?

Remmick: It's from a different place in a different time. But it spends just the same. You can have it. But it's no good to you.

Joan: It's no good to her...

Bert: [shaking his head] Mmm-mm.

Mary: Well, what makes you say that?

Remmick: [Mary looks at him] Cuz you in some deep, deep pain that money can't fix. Am I right? You came over here for fellowship and love.

Joan: Fellowship and love...

Mary: My mother... she just passed.

Remmick: Aw that's awful. Ah...

Bert: Just awful.

Joan: [touches Mary's shoulder] Just awful...

Bert: Losin a mother is a hurtin feeling.

Remmick: Mhmm. Y'know I wish in my heart that we'd have met sooner. I would've liked to have saved your mother from her fate. I can still save you from yours.

Mary: Oh no you must have me confused. I'm sad is all, but I don't need no saving.

Remmick: [eyes now red with drool hanging from his mouth; he looks at her neck and Mary quickly gets up and points a gun] Yes... yes you do. You all do.

Mary: [as she walks away, Remmick levitates into the air, eyes glowing] I'm gonna head back now, and I think y'all should too. Back to where we all came from.

Remmick: You fellers must be the owners of this establishment.

Smoke: That's right. And you are?

Remmick: Name's Remmick. This here's Joan and Bert.

Sammie: Hey Stack, y'all alright?

Remmick: Aww, and you... must be that voice I heard from out here. Aw, it was beautiful.

Joan: God damn bee-yew-tiful voice.

Bert: Even through these walls.

Smoke: Where y'all from?

Joan: Just down the road.

Stack: And how far is that?

Remmick: North Carolina.

Smoke: Y'all Klan?

Remmick: [offended] Sir... w-we believe in equality and music. We just came here to play. Spend some money, have a good time. Here, I'll show you.

Smoke: [stopping the music after a bit] Hold on hold on, just a minute.

Remmick: Aw, its just about to get good.

Smoke: Nah I believe ya. But this here a juke joint.

Stack: Blues music.

Bert: Well we've got money and we ready to spend it with y'all.

Remmick: Soundin damn near perfect and you're saying we ain't welcome.

Smoke: Nah I'm saying you get down that road and get back into town. Plenty of white barrel houses down there.

Remmick: [chuckles; gestures to skin; Points at Mary] Aw this- this cuz we're... Alright. How'd she get in?

Mary: Now that is none-

Annie: [interrupting] She here cuz she family.

Remmick: [sighs; he steps forward, and Smoke reaches for his gun] Family... Can- can we just, for one night, just all be family? Y-you don't need to do that, sir. We'll be on our way. But we're gonna walk real slow, just in case y'all change your mind.

Mary: Get yo hands off me.

Stack: What's it gon take, hmm? How much to getchu to get the fuck on?

Mary: You can't pay me off.

Stack: Fine... I'll pay one of these field bitches in here to drag yo ass out, then—

Mary: Shit, you taught me how to fight; I'll beat up every bitch in here, and you know it.

Stack: I taught you how to walk away when the money's up, too. Got you a rich white husband, got you a farm, now go home to it.

Mary: I ain't ask for none of that - all that shit was your idea! I didn't want no white man, I didn't want to be white. I wanted to be with you!

Stack: All it'd take is the wrong person in here to see you - word get back to them crackas, and they gon try to kill you.

Mary: What would it matter to you?

Stack: Cause, if somebody out there put they hands on you... if they hurt you... me and my brother gon come kill em all.

Mary: So you'll kill for me.

Stack: That's right.

Mary: But you still won't tell me the truth. I was young enough to believe you were comin back. I waited. I waited a long time. But I'm grown now, Stack! And I know you never planned to stay. Why can't you just say that?!

Stack: [He removes his hat] Say what? Hmm? That I love you? That I think about you every day? I just wanted to keep you someplace safe. And that was never gon be here... and it was never gon be with me. Never.

Stack: The hell are you doin back here, Mary?

Mary: I buried my mama yesterday, Stack. Figured I'd might see you and Smoke there, as much as she looked after you both. But I guess y'all love lasted as long as y'all could get somethin out of her.

Stack: You right. That's all she was: Food, a warm bed.

Mary: [walks away] Rot in Hell, Stack!

Stack: [as she walks away] Shit, I will. And save yo triflin ass a room! Shit, right next to me... shit...

Mary: You know, I waited for you.

Stack: Shit, I don't know why in the hell you gon do that.

Mary: Because you told me you loved me.

Stack: Well, I told you to stay the fuck away from me, too, but I guess you didn't hear that part, huh?

Mary: Ohh, I heard you. I heard you loud and clear, but then you stuck your tongue in my cooze and fucked me so hard, I figured you changed your mind.

Stack: Keep your voice down now.

Mary: So, you play that guitar they left you?

Sammie: Yeah.

Mary: That's good. You makin any money with that thing?

Sammie: Not really. Not yet, at least.

Mary: I'd tell ya it didn't matter as long as you love it, but that'd be horseshit advice.

Sammie Moore: I don't think you should be here. See, I'm with the twins.

Mary: With the twins? Boy, if you don't get the fuck outta my face.

Mary: Take care, little Sammie.

Mary: Ooh, we gonna kill every last one of you.

Mary: [to Stack] So you rob trains and banks but you can't steal this pussy for a night?