John Simpson Chisum Quotes in Young Guns II (1990)

John Simpson Chisum: Bonney you are a fool! You call yourself the scourge of New Mexico but by God, I *am* New Mexico, and you are *dead*.

William H. Bonney: Chuckles... let me tell you something Mr. New Mexico. I wouldn't give a bucket of piss for your future !

John Simpson Chisum: Bonney you are a fool! You call yourself the scourge of New Mexico but by God, I *am* New Mexico, and you are *dead*.

James Pepper: You know, there's an old saying, Miss Sally. There's no law west of Dodge and no God west of the Pecos. Right, Mr. Chisum?

John Simpson Chisum: Wrong, Mr. Pepper. Because no matter where people go, sooner or later there's the law. And sooner or later they find God's already been there.

Justice J.B. Wilson: Mr. Murphy. Just how much of Lincoln County are you after?

Lawrence Murphy: Well, Mr. Chisum came out here several years ago, put his name on everything he could. I've only been here a little while. Just getting started. Do you have anything to say to that, Mr. Chisum?

John Simpson Chisum: Well I don't favor talking to vermin, but I'll talk to you just this once. You're not just getting started. The line's been drawn. What Billy did balanced the books so far. But if one of your men cross my land or even touch one of my cows, or do anything to that store, I'm not going to the sheriff, the governor, or the president of the United States. I'm coming to see you.

Lawrence Murphy: Hmph. Mr. Chisum, that sounds like a threat.

John Simpson Chisum: [John Chisum belts Murphy, knocking him down with his right fist] Wrong word. FACT!

Morton: You're going to shoot us, ain't you Chisum?

John Simpson Chisum: I thought about it. Then I thought about something Henry Tunstall once said. He watched a man walk to the gallows... saw him hang. He said it was ghastly. Well, I've seen men hang, and that's the word - ghastly. You two are going to hang.

Henry Tunstall: John, I want to thank you for taking care of William.

John Simpson Chisum: [chuckles] No, not me, Sally.

Henry Tunstall: She's a wonderful girl, she's a worthwhile lamb.

John Simpson Chisum: Oh yeah, Henry, according to you, everybody's worthwhile.

Henry Tunstall: God's children, John. Oh, William reminds me of someone.

John Simpson Chisum: A black sheep in the family, no doubt.

Henry Tunstall: No, a young chap I never even talked to. Years ago in England this man very much like William killed a man in some senseless brawl. And I watched that young man walk to the gallows. And I saw him hang. Ghastly sight. There was nothing I could do to help that young lad.

John Simpson Chisum: I'm going down there, the rest of you cover me with your long guns.

[James Pepper follows Chisum]

John Simpson Chisum: I said cover me!

James Pepper: I know what you said, Mr. Chisum! But I ain't the rest of them!

Neemo: So if you want these horses, I sell them to you. Did you bring some gold with you?

John Simpson Chisum: No.

Neemo: Silver?

John Simpson Chisum: Just lead!

John Simpson Chisum: We may have to be neighbors, but I don't have to be neighborly.

James Pepper: What are you going to do?

John Simpson Chisum: What I had done twenty-five years ago. Pat, get the men out of South Camp. Trace, you round up everybody that can ride a horse or pull a trigger. Let's break out some Winchesters!

James Pepper: Would you like to hear my opinion, Mr. John Simpson Chisum?

John Simpson Chisum: Nope.

James Pepper: Well, my opinion is all this speechifying, store keeping, prayer-meeting don't amount to spit in the river. There's only one thing that's going to make this territory know who's bull of the woods... and sometime or sooner it's going to happen. And you know it.

John Simpson Chisum: Do I?

James Pepper: You do. It's just going to be you and Murphy, head-to-head and horn-to-horn... and one hell of a fight. But one of you has got to lose, so the other one walks away with the herd and the whole shebang. Now, that's my opinion.

John Simpson Chisum: [lighting the sergeant's cigar] Se rgeant, there's one thing I oughtta tell you; if you lay a hand on White Buffalo again, I'll kill ya'.