Harry MorganQuotes

Jason McCullough: Is there some kinda badge that comes with this job?

Olly Perkins: [he brings it over] Oh, you bet there is! I'm afraid it's a little bent-up.

Jason McCullough: [examines a bullet-dent in the badge] Oh, that's no trouble. Must've save the life of whoever was wearing it at the time.

Olly Perkins: Well it sure would've, if it hadn't been for all them other bullets flyin in from everywhere!

Olly Perkins: ... You ain't said nothing yet about your qualifications for the job.

Jason McCullough: Oh, don't worry, if I take it, you'll be glad you had me.

Olly Perkins: Well, it ain't just the question of you taking the job, it's also a question of you bein able to handle it!

Henry Johnson: [warningly] Olly, we ain't exactly in a position to be choosy.

Fred Jackson: And him bein willing to talk about it at all, certainly shows the right attitude!

Olly Perkins: I don't care what it shows! I'm the mayor of this town, and it's my responsibility to hire us a sheriff that's not only got qualifications, but that ain't gonna get himself killed the first time he sticks his nose out the door!

Henry Johnson: [He breaks off as McCullough steps away, pulls a washer from one of the hardware shelves, flips it into the air, and fires his revolver at it. Catching it, he passes it to Perkins, who examines it] We both know that-

Olly Perkins: ... What's your point, Mr. McCullough?

Jason McCullough: Oh, no point, just exhibition of marksmanship. The bullet went right through that hole in the center there.

Olly Perkins: Yeah, well, maybe it did, and maybe it didn't.

Jason McCullough: Oh, it did, you can take my word for it.

Olly Perkins: [he goes behind the counter, covers the washer's center with tape, and returns] Yeah, well, I'd like to take your word, but... Would you mind doing it again, Mr. McCullough?

Jason McCullough: ... You want me to do it again?

Olly Perkins: If you don't mind.

Jason McCullough: Well, I already shot one hole through your roof-

Olly Perkins: That's all right.

Olly Perkins: [swallows] ... I hope you didn't take offense, at anything I might've said earlier.

Jason McCullough: Oh, not at all.

Jason McCullough: Are you the man I talk to-

Olly Perkins: [not looking up] You’ll have to wait your turn, Mister, there’s three ahead of you-

Jason McCullough: [everyone in the room turns towards him, shocked] About the job of sheriff?

Olly Perkins: ...You interested in the job of sheriff?

Jason McCullough: Oh, maybe; how much does it pay?

Customer: [Everyone else laughs] Well, none of our sheriffs ever lived long enough to find out!

Olly Perkins: [Offers McCullough his hand] Uh, boys, why don't you go watch the fight outside? You can go too, Sam. Very good fight out there. I'm Olly Perkins, the mayor here.

Jason McCullough: Jason McCullough.

Olly Perkins: [indicates his three friends as they shake hands] Henry Johnson, Fred Jackson, and Tom Jeffries. And Fred and Henry are members of the Town Council.

Tom Jeffries: And I represent the mine-owners.

Jason McCullough: Nice to meet you, gentlemen.

Olly Perkins: What that fellow said just now, ain't strictly true. We've had three sheriffs in the last six months, but only two of em got killed.

Jason McCullough: Well, what happened to the third?

Olly Perkins: Well, he quit, kinda sudden-like. I don't think he had exactly the right temperment for the job.

Tom Jeffreys: All this may seem very amusing to the Mayor and the members of the Town Council, but we mine-owners haven't had a thing to laugh about since we started here!

Olly Perkins: We don't think it's funny, Tom- we just don't know what to do about it.

Tom Jeffreys: For that matter, what we need is a new Mayor and a Town Council that does know what to do about it!

Olly Perkins: Now, what kinda talk is that?! We all know the only reason I'm Mayor and the other two are Councilmen, is because nobody else wanted the job. And don't forget, Tom, we're all mine-owners ourselves!

Tom Jeffreys: Well, do you enjoy giving twenty percent of everything you take out of the mines to the Danby family?

Henry Johnson: Why would we enjoy it?

Tom Jeffreys: Well, alright then! Let's do something about it!

Olly Perkins: [gestures at a map] What? You all know the situation! There's us, here in Calendar, and there's Galena where we've gotta ship our gold- and there's the Danby ranch, halfway in between! The road even runs through their property.

Tom Jeffreys: Alright, fine, then we'll build the road around their property.

Olly Perkins: HOW?! They own that whole valley!

Fred Jackson: Besides, if they don't get their twenty percent, they just hold up every stage that comes through, and take all of it!

Tom Jeffreys: Alright, but we've gotta do something! Even if it means bringing troops in here!

Olly Perkins, Henry Johnson, Fred Jackson: Troops?!

Olly Perkins: What troops? From where? The nearest troops are five hundred miles away!

Tom Jeffreys: Alright, then we recruit our own.

Olly Perkins: How? We can't even recruit enough dishwashers, so how are we gonna raise any troops?

Henry Johnson: Nobody wants to stop prospecting long enough to take a bath, let alone join an army.

Olly Perkins: It all happened so fast, we haven't had a chance to really get organized yet.

Fred Jackson: [nods] And the Danbys are taking advantage of it.

Henry Johnson: [points out the window] There goes one of em now.

Fred Johnson: Which one's he?

Olly Perkins: Joe. Out of the father and three brothers, he's about the second-toughest.

Henry Johnson: They all act like they own the place.

Tom Jeffreys: [darkly] The way things are set up right now, they do. And it's gonna stay that way, til we can find ourselves a sheriff that won't turn tail and run the minute someone takes a shot at him!

Homer McCoy: Order! Order! This court is now in session, the Honorable Judge Homer McCoy presiding. Theodore Ogelvie, Amos Tucker, you're under arrest for attempted bank robbery. How do you plead? Guilty or not guilty?

Theodore Ogelvie: Not guilty?

Homer McCoy: Guilty!

Amos Tucker: That was the wrong one, Your Honor.

Homer McCoy: [[w:Horned King|Horned King] This court sentences you to be thrown into the ]'s dungeon for twenty years! And I'm giving you an extra ten-dollar fine for perjury. Take them away.

Homer McCoy: Enjoy your stay at the Horned King's dungeon in Prydain at 12:00 sharp for your twenty-year sentence. And don't forget to bring your own rope.

Homer McCoy: Welcome to Quake City, Donovan. Looks like luck is against you.

Russell Dovovan: Well, there's one good thing about luck: It always changes. And I got a feeling mine is just around the corner.

Homer McCoy: I've never teamed two more unlikely prospects. You two go together like ice cream and whiskey. But I guess you'd be man and wife same as regular people, and nobody could say different.