Movie: The headless horseman (1973)

Not everything you heard at this trial, really. Part of the evidence false as false and the people who gave them.

- Hang the bastard! To hang the scoundrel!
To hang we always have time, but we have to listen to him before. Because he is unlikely to say.

Seen this headless horseman knows too much, if he and the dead interfere with the living.

Pluto has not done bad... He just asked Mr. Calhoun, what happened to his horse in the accursed night. Looks like it has driven poor. Oh, the mass of the stamp! He really whip me so beat, so get off!..
That's what I'll tell you guy: what do you care about him... What color is this horse?
- Red, the mass of the stump.
- Yeah... And one of the horseshoe is not enough half?
- Oh! The mass of the Stump know!
- Prairie is a great book, man. It is only necessary to be able to read it.
Eyes the mass of the stump see all. Even a trace of the bumblebee in the air.

- I'm not that sick that I had a visit by the ghosts.
- Mr. Gerald! Can you forgive me? Damn my note!
- Don't curse your note. You just asked me to come. I didn't even take this seriously.
- Oh, right. So why haven't you turned his horse?
I thought: "what if you're wrong?.. All of a sudden you really need it."

- Hey, man! If you tighten this loop, you get a lead pill in the stomach! And it is unlikely to digest... What the fuck are you doing, guys? You assume too much.
- What do You care?
- This guy is my friend. And secondly, Zeb stump will not tolerate meanness, at least in the prairies of Texas.
- He killed my son.
Why you yourself, Mr. Poindexter, don't tighten the rope on his neck, huh? Then you do it, Sam Manley! You are not used to. I think I don't know who lynched the Negro, when you have lost the old saddle... Hey, dick melon! Pull the rope! Well you know how it's done... aren't you, with ned Spence and Billy Williams made a masquerade, dressed Comanches, and stole someone else's cattle, and was hanged for that five innocent Indians? Hey, Shelton! There is a possibility to differ! Hang, shoot, kill your neighbor, and Texas would be proud of you. Comanche has long gone from here. They are already over the pass. That mustanger guilty shall be determined in a court of law.

- I will tell you honestly, Zeb stump...
- Zeb Stump?
- ... not seen such a rogue, as your cook. It is the misfortune of some. It is unlikely I will be able to sell you these birds, if we do not drown him in the river.
But this is too mean, Mr stump. And how much do you want?
No halfpenny, miss. I've had enough of the look of Your sweet eyes... and a glass of whiskey Monongahela.

- You also saved her from the wild horses?
- I just had to steal her from the drunken bandits. Death didn't threaten her, but I arrived just in time.
- You always have time?
- There must be somebody there when the person in trouble.
Oh, I would have given half my life to be at the mercy of bandits.
Miss Poindexter! Remember that damn canyon? We call it "Canyon of death" - it destroyed the whole tribe of Indians. Now, it is pathetic the ditch compared to the chasm that separates the daughter of a millionaire and a beggar mustanger. And even your spotted not to fly over that gap.
- Well, if I'm in trouble and will call, won't come?
- Would be happy if this would have happened.

- How did you like the houses of the poor of mustanger?
I love it...
- A lonely hut.
- Lonely? I wouldn't say that.
You probably met my friend Zeb stump? The old hunter. A good soul... He sometimes brings me the game.
- Old hunter? If he has beautiful black eyes and shoulder-length hair, and gorgeous little feet, and a wonderful velvet voice.

Traces it is not visible on the other side. But it looks like they were close... like two horses in harness.
- Nothing... a horse I'm going to get back!
- Allow the horse to drink and one person, but forty can't make him drink.
- Oh wait, well, the Irish bastard...
Scoundrels and Texas enough.

Do not tolerate all the horses, of course, except my old lady. God created man so that he walked the earth.

I don't understand you, honey. You probably forgot who I am. I - Louise Poindexter. Poindexter. And he is a horse dealer. Take it. I don't need.
- He's my... my... My...
- And may need... I haven't decided yet.

Don't you days and nights was it? They cleaned up after the duel... Watered it with water... Who prayed to the virgin that he survived? Who was his servant, his sister, his mother? Who? I and no other!

Louise, dear! The Prairie is not a place for walking.
- Have I ever asked you for advice?
- The Indians, Louise!
- The moon will take me.
- Git El Coyote.
- I'll charm him.
- You like to mock me?
Yes.