A group of Mormons hoping to found a new colony in the trackless San Juan River country hire horse traders Travis and Sandy as wagonmaster a...更多>
Uncle Shiloh Clegg:
You boys ever draw on anybody?
Travis Blue: No, sir. Just snakes. [later, after Travis shoots Clegg] Elder Wiggs: I thought you never drew on a man? Travis Blue: That's right, sir. Only on snakes. Sandy: I was gonna say Hades, but Hell ain't cussin' - it's geography! Sandy: By Golly, I bet it's going to be hotter then... Jackson: Mind your language! Sandy: I wasn't cussin'! Jackson: You were going to say hell! Sandy: I was going to say hades, but hell ain't cussin', it's geography... It's the name of a place, like you might say Abilene or Salt Lake City. Jackson: Don't you be going making any remarks about Salt Lake City! [Sandy turns away, but when he cinches his saddle, he purposesly bumps into Jackson, Jackson does it back, and they do it back and forth. Then they turn around and fight] [Sandy fills a bucket of water from the river, and takes it to Prudence] Sandy: I brought you some water, ma'am [Prudence gratefully takes it] Prudence Perkins: Thank you. Won't you stop and have a bit of breakfast with us? Sandy: [Happily] Yes, ma'am. [Sandy instantly leaps from his horse] Travis Blue: [Travis comes riding up] Sandy, lets go! [Sandy regretfully gets back on his horse, and bows repeatily to Prudence before riding away] Travis Blue: Feet hurt, ma'am? Denver: Nope! Travis Blue: Well here, try these on! [Hands here a pair of walking shoes, she puts them on] Denver: Did you get these from that... red-headed gal? Travis Blue: You mean Miss Prudence?... yes ma'am. Denver: Is she your wife? Travis Blue: No ma'am... How do they feel? Denver: Fine. A little large for me maybe, but fine. Thanks very much, and thank your lady friend. [Denver arises, and starts to walk away, Travis looks after her] Travis Blue: She ain't that either ma'am! [repeated line] Travis Blue, Elder Wiggs: Wagons West! [singing] Sandy: I left my gal in old virginy Travis Blue: Trailin' behind the wagon trail Sandy: Another I left in old Missorri Travis Blue: Trailin' behind the wagon trail Travis Blue, Sandy: [Together] Oh the Wite tops are a rollin', rollin', the big wheels keep a-turnin', and when I reach that promise land, for my gal I'll still be yearnin'. Travis Blue, Sandy: [singing, towards the end of the movie] Oh the white tops are a rollin' rollin', and the big wheels keep on turnin', there's a good little gal in that promise land already I'm a yearnin! Travis Blue: Sure hope that I see you again, Miss Denver. Denver: Thanks, but don't plan on it, We move around. The medicine show has to, to stay healthy. Travis Blue: We move around alot trading horses. Good thing about it, though, you get to see a lot of pretty country, like the valley I got in mind. A man can make an awfully nice little cattle ranch in that valley. If he doesn't mind being lonesome. Denver: [pauses] Good luck, fellow. [She runs away, blinded by tears] Travis Blue: Sure hope I see you again, Miss Denver. Denver: Thanks, but don't think on it. We move around. The medice will show you have to to keep healthy. Travis Blue: We move around alot trading horses. Good thing about it, though: You get see alot of pretty country, like the valley I've got in mind. A man can make an awfully nice little cattle ranch in that valley, if he didn't mind being lonesome, and some one to help him with the cooking and such... Denver: [pauses] Goodbye, fellow. [She runs away, blinded by tears] Travis Blue: [of the indians] Near as I can figure out, he don't seem to like white menn. Sandy: Yeah, he say's we're all thieves. Elder Wiggs: Smarter then he looks! [Sandy speaks Navajo, evidently translating what Elder Wiggs had just said] Elder Wiggs: Don't tell him that, you fool! Tell him we're Mormans! [the Navajos speak in their native touge, mutterring "Mormany" repeatedly] Elder Wiggs: What'd he say? Sandy: Say's the Mormans are his brothers. Say's they ain't big thieves like most white men. Just little thieves. Elder Wiggs: Right complementery, ain't he?