Burt Craven Quotes in A Man Called Blade (1977)

Mannaja: [Blade exits the cave after he kills Dahlman and his men] BURT CRAVEN! I KNOW YOUR HERE!

Burt Craven: But, you told me you're blind. You said you couldn't look into the sun. You Bastard! You lied! You were lying all along. Talk about seeing things different. You were lying!

Mannaja: I was warning you. About how I saw through everything you were saying. It's time, Burt. DRAW!

[Blade shoots kill Craven]

Burt Craven: [First line] There ain't no one here.

Oldtimer: Keep it down! Damn! What the hell! Don't you know hens? Are you gonna wake them something like that? Now then, you want eggs?

Mannaja: Are you the sheriff?

Oldtimer: Are you President McKinley? What does it look like? We ain't got any Sheriff here. We ain't got nothing. It all belongs to McGowan.

Burt Craven: Say! What's that smell in the air?

Oldtimer: That odor also belongs to McGowan. It's from the silver mine. Which is McGowans, of course.

Mannaja: Where's a town with a marshal in it? I've got a reward to collect.

Oldtimer: You could try making it to Cassidy. But, with this down pour, I shall don't advise it.

Mannaja: Is there someplace here that I can bed down in?

Oldtimer: The bunkhouse. Yes. For the miners. But first, you got to get permission from McGowan. You wanna know a secret? You're never gonna get it.

Mannaja: [Burt Craven chuckles] Where is this McGowan?

Oldtimer: You take a dozen eggs. It will be awful nice with coffee in the morning. On the trail to Cassidy. Goodnight!

Mannaja: [Blade stops Oldtimer] It's awful late, you know. You don't want your hands up all night long. Where is McGowan?

Oldtimer: He lives on a hill west of town. But, the one you want to see is Valler, his watchdog. His name is Valler. He be in the drugstore. Yeah! he's there.

Mannaja: Real jailbirds!

[Blade and Craven leave]

Woman in Saloon.: Hey, Buckaroo! Hey, mountain boy! How about offering me a little whiskey?

Burt Craven: [Craven shows her his steel hook] Don't you like it? Well, I wasn't born with this goddamn hook. Some son of a bitch hacked it off with a hatchet.

Saloon Barman: Hey! I remember you came in here with a man called Blade. I think Blade won't be chopping off people's hands anymore.

Burt Craven: Oh! yeah? Well, Blade is alive and is as mean as ever. And he's gonna be back here looking for blood.

Valler Henchman: And where is he?

Burt Craven: Right now, he is like a wounded animal. But, he's healing fast.

Valler Henchman: You don't answer my question. Where is he?

Burt Craven: It all depends on how much your headman wants to pay.

Mannaja: It's really gonna stink when you take your boot off.

Burt Craven: So what?

Mannaja: $5000 dollars is what I wanted, not your smell. Go on! Get out of here, Craven.

Burt Craven: Come again?

Mannaja: Hit the trail, Burt!

Burt Craven: You son of a bitch! You're letting me go, just like that? You're one of the most goddamn unpredictable bastards that I know.

Mannaja: Don't waste you're breath! You might be wanting to run and I need money again.

Burt Craven: Yeah! No!

[Craven laughs and runs out into the night in the pouring rain]