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S. Quentin Quale:
I'd have thrashed him to within an inch of his life, but I didn't have a tape measure.
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S. Quentin Quale
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You love your brother, don't you?
Joseph Panello:
No, but I'm used to him.
Red Baxter:
I don't like your faces.
S. Quentin Quale:
I suppose you think we like 'em.
S. Quentin Quale:
Lulubelle, it's you! I didn't recognize you standing up.
[Arriving at the RR Station]
S. Quentin Quale:
Any of you boys got change ah ten cents?
Porter:
No.
S. Quentin Quale:
Well, keep the baggage.
[as Quale destroys Rusty's first hat]
Joseph Panello:
Hey whataya do with that hat; that hat cost a lotta money.
S. Quentin Quale:
How much did it cost him?
Joseph Panello:
I dunno; he stole it.
[Indicating a gag around the train engineer's mouth]
S. Quentin Quale:
Didya know this is the best gag in the picture?
[Chico suggests telephoning for help]
S. Quentin Quale:
Telephone? This is Don Ameche hasn't invented the telephone yet!
S. Quentin Quale:
There's something corrupt going on around my pants but I just can't seem to locate it.
S. Quentin Quale:
Madam why is that baby constantly crying?
Mother on Stagecoach:
He can't stand the jerks in the coach.
S. Quentin Quale:
I give you my solemn word as an embezzler I'll be back in ten minutes.
S. Quentin Quale:
There's only one law in the west: the law of blood and bullets. It's either shoot or be shot. What are we gonna do?
Joseph Panello:
Sue 'em!
Joseph Panello:
My father-a shot the Indians in eighteen forty-two
S. Quentin Quale:
Oh, he should-a shot the stork-a, when the stork-a brought-a you.
S. Quentin Quale:
You know there's a drunk sitting at the first table who looks exactly like you? And one who looks exactly like me. Dull, isn't it?
S. Quentin Quale:
Didn't we meet at Monte Carlo the night you blew your brains out?
S. Quentin Quale:
[dramatically] Suppose I brought you back to my native land. What- what would my people say?
Drunk in Saloon:
Burp.
S. Quentin Quale:
Well, they'd phrase it more delicately.
S. Quentin Quale:
Time wounds all heels.
S. Quentin Quale:
You must fan the flames of love with the bellows of indifference.
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