Rio Bravo

John T. Chance: You want that gun, pick it up. I wish you would.

John T. Chance: [explaining why Joe got beat up] He didn't take too kindly to being arrested for murder.
Joe Burdette: It wasn't murder.
Nathan Burdette: If he says it wasn't murder, why do you say it was?
John T. Chance: Man gets shot that's got a gun, there's room for reasonable doubt. Man gets shot that hasn't got a gun, what would you call it? But, you knew that already otherwise you wouldn't have set things up the way you did.
Nathan Burdette: Just what have I done?
John T. Chance: You're a rich man, Burdette... big ranch, pay a lot of people to do what you want 'em to do. And you got a brother. He's no good but he's your brother. He committed twenty murders you'd try and see he didn't hang for 'em.
Nathan Burdette: I don't like that kinda talk. Now you're practically accusing me...
John T. Chance: Let's get this straight: You don't like? I don't like a lot of things. I don't like your men sittin' on the road bottling up this town. I don't like your men watching us, trying to catch us with our backs turned. And I don't like it when a friend of mine offers to help and twenty minutes later he's dead! And i don't like you, Burdette, because you set it up.

[after Carlos has a quarrel with Consuela]
John T. Chance: You take chances, my friend.
Carlos Robante: Because I know woman. If she will be mad or she will be sorry - if it is 'mad', she will be much pleasure to make right; and if she is 'sorry', it will be the same pleasure. You... you do not have women, so you do not know, senor. But me... Carlos Robante... I know!

Feathers: This isn't the first time that handbill has come up. I'd like to know what to do about it.
John T. Chance: Well, you could quit playing cards... wearing feathers.
Feathers: No, sheriff. No, I'm not going to do that. You see... that's what I'd do if I were the kind of girl that you think I am.

Feathers: How does a... how does a man get to be a sheriff?
John T. Chance: Gets lazy. Gets tired of selling his gun all over. Decides to sell it in one place.
Feathers: I'd say you made a poor sale.
John T. Chance: A lot of people around here'll agree with you.
Feathers: But... it's still a sale and it's too late to back out.

John T. Chance: Sorry don't get it done, Dude. That's the second time you hit me. Don't ever do it again.

Colorado Ryan: How'd you come out with Burdette?
John T. Chance: He wanted to talk to his brother.
Colorado Ryan: What'd he have to say?
John T. Chance: Nothing.
Colorado Ryan: You mean he didn't say anything?
John T. Chance: Why are you so interested?
Colorado Ryan: Because he's talkin' now. Hear that music? He told the man to play it.
John T. Chance: What is it?
Colorado Ryan: Well, they call it the "De Guello"... the cutthroat song. The Mexicans played it for those Texas boys when they had 'em bottled up in the Alamo.
John T. Chance: Yeah.
Colorado Ryan: Played it day and night 'til it was all over. Now do you know what he means by it?
John T. Chance: No quarter. No mercy for the loser.
Colorado Ryan: You'll be hearin' a lot of it.
John T. Chance: I guess we made him talk after all.

John T. Chance: You're not as smart as your brother, Joe. He sees Stumpy here sittin' around the corner locked in with you... and if that isn't plain enough, I'll tell you why. If any trouble starts around this jail, before anybody can get to you you're gonna get accidentally shot.
Stumpy: I can practical' guarantee that!

Pat Wheeler: A game-legged old man and a drunk. That's all you got?
John T. Chance: That's WHAT I got.

Feathers: I thought you were never going to say it.
John T. Chance: Say what?
Feathers: That you love me.
John T. Chance: I said I'd arrest you.
Feathers: It means the same thing, you know that.

John T. Chance: Joe, you're under arrest.

Feathers: In case you make up your mind, I left my door open. Get a good night's sleep.
John T. Chance: You're not helping me any.

John T. Chance: Stumpy!
Stumpy: What?
[Stops playing harmonica]
John T. Chance: They don't need any help with that tune.
Stumpy: What's the matter? Is it getting through to you? Yiuk, yiuk!
[cackles]

John T. Chance: It's nice to see a smart kid for a change.

[discussing Colorado Ryan]
Dude: Is he as good as I used to be?
John T. Chance: It'd be pretty close. I'd hate to have to live on the difference.

Stumpy: You think I'll ever get to be a sheriff?
Dude: Not unless you mind your own business.

John T. Chance (John Wayne), is the sheriff of a small town in southwest Texas. Chance has to keep custody of a murderer whose brother is a powerful rancher. After a friend is killed trying to muster support for Chance, Chance and his deputies - a disgraced drunk (Martin) and a cantankerous old cripple - have to figure out a way to hold of the hired guns of the until the marshal arrives. Meanwhile, the situation is muddied by the presence of a young gunslinger, and a beautiful woman who has her sights set on Chance.