Happy Birthday, Joe!

TRUE GRIT

Time just gets away from us.

(40-year-old Mattie)

Col. G. Stonehill: I’ll take it up with my attorney.

Mattie Ross: And I will take it up with mine – Lawyer Daggett.  And he will make money and I will make money and your lawyer will make money . . . and you, Mr. Licensed Auctioneer, you will foot the bill.

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Rooster Cogburn: When’s the last time you saw Ned Pepper?

Emmett Quincy: I don’t remember any Ned Pepper.

Rooster Cogburn: Short feisty fella, nervous and quick, got a messed-up lower lip.

Emmett Quincy: That don’t bring nobody to mind. A funny lip?

Rooster Cogburn: Wasn’t always like that, I shot him in it.

Emmett Quincy: In his lower lip? What was you aiming at?

Rooster Cogburn: His upper lip.

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LaBoeuf: A little earlier I gave some thought to stealin’ a kiss from you, although you are very young . . . and you’re unattractive to boot. But now I’m of a mind to give you five or six good licks with my belt.

Mattie Ross: Well, one would be as unpleasant as the other.

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Lucky Ned Pepper: What happened, huh?
Mattie Ross: I will tell you what then you will see that I am in the right. Tom Chaney there shot my father to death in Fort Smith and robbed him of two gold pieces and stole his mare. I was informed Mr. Cogburn had grit and I hired him to find the murderer. A few minutes ago I came upon Chaney watering the horses. He would not be taken in charge and I shot him. If I had killed him I would not be now in this fix. My revolver misfired.
Lucky Ned Pepper: That will do it. It will embarrass you every time. Most girls like little play pretties, but you like guns do you?
Mattie Ross: I do not care a thing in the world about guns. If I did I would have one that worked.