N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

View Quote [after Daniel describes telephones] Everybody'll know everybody else's business? Well, in no time at all, there won't be a single place left where a man can find any privacy.
View Quote [Pecos Bill] He's still out there, where there's still enough room for a man to wander. He's out there, where the land's still young and wild. You don't believe me? I swear to you, by the Code of the West, Pecos Bill's as real as you and me.
View Quote [referring to Babe] Is that ox really blue?
View Quote [Stiles: And who might you be, friend?] The name's Jonas Hackett, and you ain't no friend of mine.
View Quote [surrounded by thugs] Howdy. [a thug punches him]
View Quote Early to bed, early to rise. Makes a boy healthy, wealthy, and alive.
View Quote Even money, Pecos! You can do better than that! [Pecos Bill: I don't know, John Henry, that thingamajigger looks like it means business!] We'll see!
View Quote Everybody and their dog's probably after us by now.
View Quote First that blasted ox, now a gall-darn jackass. Might as well be ridin' turtles. [John Henry: Cold Molasses is a mule!] I wasn't referrin' to her.
View Quote Hackett's farm, right smack in the middle of everything. Without that deed, I won't have a bucket to spit in.
View Quote I am a ring-tailed roarer. I can draw faster, shoot straighter, ride harder, and drink longer than any man alive. I ride cyclones and I wrestle. I'm the rip-snortinest cowboy that ever rode North, South, East or West of the Rio Grande. I'm Pecos Bill.
View Quote I hate the farm! I wish you'd sell it, I hate it! [...] It's nothing, it's just a dried up, miserable piece of ground!
View Quote I just want to get home.
View Quote I never miss. Least-wise, I haven't yet.
View Quote I told Sam, "They're not loggers, they're butchers! Them and their fancy machines, cuttin' down everything in sight, the weak with the strong. A sapling won't get to full growth." Said, "Nothing will ever sprout again." You know what Sam said? He said I was behind the times. Me. Paul Bunyan. The man who invented logging. Who thought up the double-bladed axe, huh? Me. Who dreamed up the log flume? Me again. Don't think it's easy! My head hurt for days, coming up with that one! What about the grindstone? Flapjack contest! Wedge cutting! Three point stance! Me, me, me, me!