Along the Great Divide (1951)

Kirk Douglas: Marshal Len Merrick

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• Marshal Len Merrick : You're all guilty. You'll all pay.

• Marshal Len Merrick : Sorry about your son, Roden.

  Ned Roden : He was worth any five men on the range. He was what I always wanted... golden in the sun... guns seemed made for his fingers. There wasn't a horse he couldn't ride or a man whose heart he couldn't win... and now he's dead - his heart smashed by a rustlers bullet.

• Marshal Len Merrick : [Realizing the shooter he's struggling with is a pretty woman]  Hey-hey! Kickin' won't get you anywhere - unless you're a mule.

  [Noticing her physical attractiveness] 

  Marshal Len Merrick : I'm glad to see you're not.

• Marshal Len Merrick : [Trying to treat her injuries under her pant leg with some difficulty]  Sorry, but it'd be a lot easier if you wore dresses.

  Ann Keith : Dresses slow yuh down!

  Marshal Len Merrick : Depends on where yuh goin'.

• Marshal Len Merrick : We'll head through the desert to Santa Loma.

  Timothy 'Pop' Keith : [taken aback]  The desert? Why, this is August, man. No self-respecting rattler would try to cross the desert in this heat.

  Deputy Lou Gray : You'd never make Santa Loma that'a way!

  Marshal Len Merrick : We got no choice. The other way, Roden'll be waitin'. I don't aim to have us all killed.

  Deputy Lou Gray : Well, let Roden have the old man. He ain't meant nothin' but trouble to us.

  Ann Keith : Sure, give him up, jug head. Save your own hide!

  Marshal Len Merrick : We're leaving now across the desert. Look, I know it's tougher, but they won't figure on us taking the long way around. And even if they do, we'll have a night's ride ahead of them. Pack up, Billy.

• Marshal Len Merrick : You didn't need to cut yourself like that.

  Ann Keith : [taken aback]  Cut myself?

  Marshal Len Merrick : [indicating the spur on his boot]  I wear a single rowel. You cut yourself with a Mexican spur.

• Timothy 'Pop' Keith : [dictating his last will & testament to Deputy Billy Shear]  Now, this here Bowie knife I give to...

  Marshal Len Merrick : [intercepting him and taking the knife]  You give it to me. For the time being.

  Timothy 'Pop' Keith : All right, put it down. I give it to Marshall Merrick agin my better feelings.