Richard Brewer Quotes in Young Guns (1988)

[Steve is laughing at Bonney at the dinner table]

John Tunstall: What do you find funny, Steven? That's no proper table manners.

Charley Bowdre: He's got a way with hogs.

John Tunstall: Congratulations, Charles. You and Steven will be doing the dirty crockery alone this evening.

Charley Bowdre: Sorry, John. It just struck me funny.

John Tunstall: And to William, both of you.

Charley Bowdre: Apologies, Billy. We was just hacking on you.

"Dirty Steve" Stephens: Yeah, we was just hacking on you.

Richard Brewer: Rumor has it you killed a man, Billy. You don't seem like the killing sort.

"Dirty Steve" Stephens: Yeah, Billy. What'd you kill him for?

William H. Bonney: He was hacking on me.

William H. Bonney: I could've killed ya Dick. I could've killed ya. But I don't wanna kill ya I wanna eat.

Richard Brewer: When we finish this meal you little rodent, we're gonna go out in the yard and see who has the right to run this group of regulators.

Doc: Richard, would you be so kind as to pass the gravy please?

"Dirty Steve" Stephens: There are people who will never secede...

John Tunstall: Succeed.

"Dirty Steve" Stephens: Who will never succeed anywhere.

Richard Brewer: There's a whole roomful right here.

Richard Brewer: Lord, forgive us for our wrongdoings, for our misguidance by heathen religions. Thank you for keeping us alive. Lord, be with us in doing the right thing. Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallow be thy name.

William H. Bonney: Please, Dick. It's getting cold. (he and Dick both pull guns on each other) I could've killed you, Dick. I could've killed you, but I don't want to kill you. I want to eat.

Richard Brewer: We've got a warrant for you, old man.

Buckshot Roberts: I ain't got no business with that war no more, peckerhead son of a bitch. I'm on my own. I've come to pick up the 150 dollars Sheriff Brady has put out for the kid. The rest of you are only worth about 110, but I'll take it.

Doc: What a sweet disposition.

Buckshot Roberts: All right, let's dance.

Richard Brewer: Buénos diaz, shitheads.

Richard Brewer: Papers can't do anything right.

Richard Brewer: Wanna close those fucking lips for a goddamn second and let me think?