You're not so special, Mr. Ford. You're just like any other tyro who's prinked himself up...

Frank James: You're not so special, Mr. Ford. You're just like any other tyro who's prinked himself up for an escapade, hoping to be a gunslinger like them nickel books are about. You may as well quench your mind of it, because you don't have the ingredients, son. Robert Ford: Well, I'm sorry to hear you feel that way, as I put such stock in your opinion. As for me being a gunslinger, I've just got this one granddaddy Paterson Colt and a borrowed belt to stick it in. But I also got an appetite for greater things. I hoped by joining up with you, it'd put me that much closer to getting them. Frank James: Well, what am I supposed to say to that? Robert Ford: Let me be your sidekick tonight. Frank James: Sidekick? Robert Ford: So you can examine my grit and intelligence. Frank James: I don't know what it is about you, but the more you talk, the more you give me the willies. Now I don't believe I want you anywhere within earshot this evening, okay? You understand? Robert Ford: Well, I'm sorry... Frank James: Why don't you just get, now? Scat!

Well... You're not so special, Mr. Ford. You're just like any other tyro who's prinked himself up for an escapade. Hoping to be a gunslinger like them nickel books are about. You may as well quench your mind of it... ...because you don't have the ingredients, son. Well, I'm sorry to hear you feel that way... ...as I put such stock in your opinions. As for me being a gunslinger, I've just got this one granddaddy Paterson Colt... ...and a borrowed belt to stick it in. But I also got an appetite for greater things. I hoped by joining up with you, it'd put me that much closer to getting them. Well, what am I supposed to say to that? Let me be your sidekick tonight. Sidekick? So you can examine my grit and intelligence. I don't know what it is about you... ...but the more you talk, the more you give me the willies. Now, I don't believe I want you anywhere within earshot this evening, okay? You understand? - Well, I'm sorry... - Why don't you just get now? Scat. All right. I was with a girl once, wasn't a squaw. But she was pretty. She had yellow hair like a... Oh, like something. Like hair bobbed from a ray of sunlight? Yeah. Yeah, like that. Boy, you... You talk good. You can hide things in vocabulary. Maybe you and me could write her a note, send it by post? See, all you gotta do, Ed... ...is predict her needs and beat her to the punch. Well, this girl, she has a real specific job. - Specific? - We was only together once. She... She was afraid of lightning, and she came up under the wagon and... ...just cuddled right up to me. She give me a kind price, too. Well, I'll be. That is specific.