Homer Weems - Cowboy Quotes in The Cowboys (1972)

Fats - Cowboy: Mr. Nightlinger, are you black all over?

Jebediah Nightlinger: 'Cept for the whites of my eyes.

Homer Weems - Cowboy: Is... your...?

Jebediah Nightlinger: It is... black, too.

Charles 'Slim' Honeycutt: See? He's the same as us, 'cept for that color.

Jebediah Nightlinger: The same as you?

[turns around slowly with a huge knife in hand and chuckles]

Jebediah Nightlinger: The same as you?

[guffaws loudly as the boys huddle together, startled]

Jebediah Nightlinger: Ohhh, children... My father was a brawny Moor, six feet six inches tall. He bound his head in a red velvet cloth

[hands knife to Slim and the boys relax, but listen]

Jebediah Nightlinger: he wore a curved sword, forged from the finest Toledo steel. He captured a lady, bright and dark. he took her in his arms and wrapped her in a warm quilt and carried her off. They came to a castle and he battered down the doors with the trunk of an oak tree and KILLED EVERYBODY IN IT, just so they could rest the night. Later, while she slept, he walked the parapets... and became a king.

Charlie Schwartz - Cowboy: [in awe] Is that true?

Jebediah Nightlinger: If it isn't, it oughta be...

Homer Weems - Cowboy: My name's Homer Weems, Mr. Andersen. And I hope I ain't rode all the rough off of him.

Mrs. Kate Collingwood: Where's your head man?

Cimarron: That's Mr. Andersen, he's over at Ft. Smith.

Mrs. Kate Collingwood: Alright, then. What's your name?

Cimarron: They call me Cimarron.

Mrs. Kate Collingwood: I'm Kate, to my friends. Ha-ha. And who's the one with the pretty pink blush?

Cimarron: This here's Homer.

Mrs. Kate Collingwood: Hello, Homer.

Homer Weems - Cowboy: Ma'am.

Mrs. Kate Collingwood: How many men you got in your outfit, Cimarron?

Cimarron: Well, if you're going by age, we got, eh, two that's 15.

Mrs. Kate Collingwood: My, god.

[Kate's troop of ladies giggle]

Cimarron: If you're going by what we can do, there's 11 of us!

Mrs. Kate Collingwood: No offense. In this kind of country, a poor helpless woman likes to know if there are any men around. I mean, men who can take care of us, as we, go along our way.

Cimarron: Well, we're gettin' paid a man's wages.

Mrs. Kate Collingwood: And you look man enough to earn them, too, Cimarron.