Russell Donovan Quotes in The Apple Dumpling Gang (1975)

Dusty: Donovan? Yes you, you snake oil salesman! Are you coming out here or am I coming in there?

Russell Donovan: What's the matter, Dusty? Is there some trouble?

Dusty: Yes, there's trouble all right! And you're in it!

Celia Bradley: Mr. Donovan, I gotta go.

Russell Donovan: [beat] But you just went.

Celia Bradley: I gotta go again.

Russell Donovan: That's impossible! Go to sleep.

Celia Bradley: I'm gonna have an accident!

Russell Donovan: [coming to after Dusty knocks him out with a spitoon and sees her coming at him again] Dusty! Dusty! Would you just tell me what's bothering you?!

Dusty: [grabbing Donovan by the jacket] That bed! That great, big, brass bed! If you had no intention of exercising your husbandly prerogatives, why'd you buy that bed?

Russell Donovan: That's it? The *bed*?

Dusty: *Yes*!

Russell Donovan: [holds her hands away from him] The bed happens to be for the kids, Dusty. When the nights are getting colder, they'll need a *warmer* place to sleep. So the brass bed is for the boys, and the smaller bed is for *Celia*!

Dusty: [sweetly] Well, why didn't you say so in the first place, then we could have avoided this little misunderstanding.

[frees her hands and walks through the mess in the bar over to the door where Celia is sitting]

Dusty: [takes her hand] Come along, Celia. This is no place for a lady.

Homer McCoy: Welcome to Quake City, Donovan. Looks like luck is against you.

Russell Donovan: Well, there's one good thing about luck - it always changes. And I got a feeling mine is just around the corner.

John Wintle: Donovan! I haven't seen you since, ah...

Russell Donovan: Santa Fe.

John Wintle: Right!

Russell Donovan: When you sold me the Marshal's horse.

John Wintle: Right. I was just funnin', Donovan.

Russell Donovan: The Marshal wasn't amused.

Dusty: Donovan? I'm sorry I hit you in the head with the spitoon.

Russell Donovan: [smiles] A perfectly logical misunderstanding. And I'm sorry I offered to buy you a drink in the saloon, too.

Dusty: A perfectly logical misunderstanding.

Russell Donovan: Well, I wouldn't make that mistake again.

Dusty: You wouldn't?

Russell Donovan: [steps closer, looks as if he's about to kiss her - then he shakes her hand instead] Good luck, Dusty.

Clovis: What's that?

Russell Donovan: Salt pork.

[beat]

Russell Donovan: I think.

Clovis: It looks like fat.

Russell Donovan: Well, whatever it, it's dinner.

Clovis: [disgusted] That's dinner?

Russell Donovan: That's dinner!