Wild Bill Hickok Quotes in The Plainsman (1936)

Calamity Jane: Tip your hat when you speak to a lady!

Wild Bill Hickok: I will... when I speak to a lady.

Wild Bill Hickok: What started you on the warpath, Yellow Hand?

Yellow Hand: Where sun rise, white man's land. Where sun set, Indian land. White man come, take our land, kill buffalo, our food. White man promise us food. White man lie. Now Cheyenne buy white man thunder stick. Soon war drum sound in all Indian land. All tribes ride with Yellow Hand. We drive white man, like buffalo, away back to rising sun. Yellow Hand has spoken.

Tony: Hey, why don't you get a haircut?

Wild Bill Hickok: Short hair makes the Indians mad, and they're mad enough already.

Wild Bill Hickok: That river clipper is saying good-bye to you, ma'am. Now you're going to have three long days of this prairie clipper.

Louisa Cody: But tomorrow is Sunday. Do we have to ride on Sunday?

Wild Bill Hickok: Well, there's no Sunday west of Junction City, no law west of Hayes City and no God west of Carson City.

Wild Bill Hickok: Keep your hands off your guns or there will be more dead men here than this town can afford to bury!

John Lattimer: I'm not armed, Mr. Hickok, I'm not armed!

Wild Bill Hickok: I'll give you three minutes to fix that. I'll be waiting outside.

John Lattimer: I'm just leaving town.

Wild Bill Hickok: You're not leaving town unless dead men can walk.

Calamity Jane: Bill Hickok, you ornery son-of-a-mule. You wouldn't give a bad dime to a sick kid, would you?

Wild Bill Hickok: You might be right, Calamity.

Calamity Jane: No, I ain't. I know I ain't worth a bad dime.

Wild Bill Hickok: Son, one of these days, you're going to grow up and you ought to know about women. You see, the thing is this - women are... uh, well, they're uh... Well, son, I can tell you what an Indian will do to ya, but you never know what a woman will do.

Wild Bill Hickok: It's easier sliding up Niagara Falls than it is to understand a woman.

Wild Bill Hickok: Women and me don't agree.

Wild Bill Hickok: [Seeing McCall smoking a cigarette] Hey! Your toothpick is on fire!

Wild Bill Hickok: How do you like your bacon, Bill?

Buffalo Bill Cody: I like my bacon fine.

Calamity Jane: Maybe you're just bein' nice to me because you think you won't ever see me again.

Wild Bill Hickok: Sure, sure I'll see you again. This is a big country and trails cross sometimes.

Wild Bill Hickok: [to Calamity Jane] Indians will sell anything. They might sell you!

Wild Bill Hickok: [to Buffalo Bill on his recent marriage] I see she hasn't cut your hair... yet.

[the singer is a man in drag]

Wild Bill Hickok: She ain't very good lookin'

Calamity Jane: That ain't all she ain't.

[Bill is dressed as an Indian woman with a baby]

Calamity Jane: Gosh almighty, it's Bill Hickok!

[proceeds to laugh along with everyone else]

Wild Bill Hickok: [hands baby over] Here take him.

[stands up]

Wild Bill Hickok: The next man that laughs is gonna get his head ventilated.

[silence and Bill sits down. Calamity laughs again after a few moments]

Wild Bill Hickok: That's a right-smart looking harness you got on there.

Wild Bill Hickok: [finds a gun hidden in Calamity's wedding dress] What's this fer?

Calamity Jane: Awww... just in case any more actresses come in from Chicagy!

Wild Bill Hickok: [Seeing Denny in a fashionable dress] It's not the get-up, Shorty. It;s just that you can't make a racehorse out of a jackass.

Wild Bill Hickok: [Speaking to Cody after he has insulted Yellow Hand] If he ever catches you, I hope you're not around.

Wild Bill Hickok: Listen, Shorty, you follow the redhead and I'll marry you.

Denny Russell: Easy for you to say. You don't like women.

Wild Bill Hickok: That's right. Maybe that's why I'm so fond of you.

Denny Russell: Thanks. Go shoot yourself.

Wild Bill Hickok: Louise, this is Calamity Jane or Miss Canary in polite society.

Miss Calamity Jane Canary: Well, I never get in it, so just call me Calamity. Howdy.

Louise Mason: How do you do.

Wild Bill Hickok: An' this is Gabby Witacker.

'Gabby' Whitaker: [Gesturing to Calamity] I'm her uncle.

Miss Calamity Jane Canary: Don't a have the derndest luck?

'Gabby' Whitaker: Meanin' Me?

Miss Calamity Jane Canary: No, that pony's gone lame. We've gotta go see about it.

'Gabby' Whitaker: We ain't got no lame pony.

Miss Calamity Jane Canary: Well then come on out and help me trip one.

Larry Armstrong: Maybe you gentlemen would like to meet an old friend of mine - Bill Hickok.

Mac Fawcett: Hickok? Not Wild Bill Hickok?

Wild Bill Hickok: Well, folks have to gotten to call me "Wild", but between us, I'm a mighty peaceable man.

Wild Bill Hickok: You know, Larry, I never could figure out how one man could stir up so much trouble.

Larry Armstrong: Yeah, well, I never could figure out how one man could end it so fast.

Wild Bill Hickok: That would be a mistake to draw first. You'd better wait until my back is turned.

Wild Bill Hickok: I see you're still not careful of the company you keep.

Mitch Carew: That's right... otherwise, what would I be doin' standin' here talkin' to you?

Wild Bill Hickok: I can't do much about your murderin' Dan Woodworth, but I want you to remember I'm not wearin' a badge anymore and if you or anyone else causes trouble, there's only one judge I have to listen to...

[points to his pistol]

Wild Bill Hickok: Judge Colt.

Wild Bill Hickok: Larry's been a mighty good friend to me since we ran away from school together. He comes from good, solid frontier stock. I'd be a pretty poor friend to sit by and watch him make a mistake which might be his last.

Ann Woodworth: You set a lot of store by that, don't you?

Wild Bill Hickok: What do you mean?

Ann Woodworth: Why, Larry coming from fine frontier stock - that whole Western code that everyone out here seems to live by.

Wild Bill Hickok: After a while, you'll get to believe it just like we do. You'll find that out here, it's the next best thing to a decent religion.

Ann Woodworth: I wonder

[last lines]

Wild Bill Hickok: Ann, I came in to say goodbye. You were right about me. Whether I promise or not, I could never make you happy. You and me just have different ways of living. I guess you just can't teach an old dog new tricks. Goodbye.

Cannonball: And me goin' to all that trouble to learn that gol' darn weddin' piece!

U.S. Marshal Martin Weatherby: Now these are orders, Mr. Hickok. Your patriotic duty demands that...

Wild Bill Hickok: Sonny, there are duty scars all over my hide. From now on, folks are going to buy tickets just to look at 'em on a stage in a theater.

U.S. Marshal Martin Weatherby: You mean you're going to be an actor?

Wild Bill Hickok: Why not? You're what marshaling has petered down to.

Wild Bill Hickok: Marshal, I'm glad I met you while you were still with us. You're going to be the shortest lived marshal on record.

U.S. Marshal Martin Weatherby: But Marshal! This - this outlaw; if you don't arrest him, I shall!

Wild Bill Hickok: Outlaw? Let me tell you something, son. This ain't Boston. We had a war down here and you'll find men in high offices who are thieves and cutthroats. You'll find others who are branded outlaws that are only fighting for what's their own. There's those known as bad men and those as are bad men. You better learn to tell the difference!

[first lines]

Amos Bixby: What the Hell is going on?

Wild Bill Hickok: I had a dream.

Amos Bixby: If there'd been anyone in the upper, you'd have sent him to Hell on a shudder.

Wild Bill Hickok: Sorry, Mister Bixby.

Amos Bixby: My God, Mister Otis. You will stow those damned irons in your carpet bag or I'll stop this train and set you out in Wyoming on your boots.

Amos Bixby: [narrating] In September of 1874 Wild Bill Hickok came back to the Old West. I didn't place him then because he was wearing a different name and he had a strange bee in his bonnet, a deadly dream that was eating out his soul. A nightmare that he had to hunt down and face up to before it turned him into a raving maniac. I oughta know. I was there.

Wild Bill Hickok: In the first place, the Great Spirit did not give you these hills. You took this land by force. You took it from the Cheyenne, the Shoshoni, and the Arapaho. You took it with the lance and tomahawk. Now the white man makes war on you. What's the difference?

Crazy Horse: The whites have no honor. White man wants death, comes out of season.

Wild Bill Hickok: That's a thing called progress.

Crazy Horse: A thing called greed.

[after their stagecoach is attacked, Hickok and Pickney check for casualties]

Wild Bill Hickok: This lady's walkin' the streets of glory.

Abel Pinkney: God damn! Blue Whistler musta caught her right in the third eye.

[last lines]

Wild Bill Hickok: Everything done?

Crazy Horse: It is done. I cover the little one with the robe. She will be healed and well and whole in the other world.

Wild Bill Hickok: Do you have the right to wear your own name again?

[Crazy Horse nods]

Wild Bill Hickok: And then I'll be saying good-bye, Crazy Horse.

Crazy Horse: Hickok.

Wild Bill Hickok: You heard One Eye call my name.

Crazy Horse: Yes. You are Uhgata, the Shooter, the one who killed Whistler the Peacemaker.

Wild Bill Hickok: That was another time. I was young and headstrong.

Crazy Horse: It was a bad thing.

Wild Bill Hickok: Can't be undone.

Crazy Horse: I will tell no others. But, Long Hair, though you and I are brothers, we must never meet again. Hear me, my friend. These are my words. We must never cross paths in the tomorrow. For if we do, I will see only a white enemy. And you will see only an Indian. And we will both solve the great mystery. Ohinyan, Long Hair.

Wild Bill Hickok: Ohinyan. Forever.

Wild Bill Hickok: I'm a man of calamity. I've always dodged a fight.

Mrs. Poker Jenny Schermerhorn: Calamity, sure. You're the most politest shootist who ever blew a man's brain out.

Tim Brady (Bartender): I hope you don't think I had...

Wild Bill Hickok: You peached.

Tim Brady (Bartender): I swear by Sweet Jesus, I didn't.

Wild Bill Hickok: [shoving Brady down] Swear yourself into Hell.

Whistling Jack Kileen: This is your night, Hickok. But there's gonna be another time.

Wild Bill Hickok: Don't let me see you again.

Wild Bill Hickok: Brady will send the kid over with a couple of free bottles of Oh Be Joyful. When he gets there, he'll drop the world like a buffalo chip.

Charlie Zane: I just heard the plop.

Crazy Horse: You have lost a friend.

Wild Bill Hickok: So it seems.

Crazy Horse: And found one.

Wild Bill Hickok: What are Crows doin' in Sioux territory?

Charlie Zane: Probably heard about the white buff on the moccassin telegraph.

Charlie Zane: Listen to that red nigger take on. Madder than a wet mouse. Don't scare worth a hiccup. No chance though. Fifteen to one.

Wild Bill Hickok: Fifteen to three.

Wild Bill Hickok: I ought to notch your ears for you. A man like you ought to be marked.

[Dude shoots at the feet of Skinny, who is unarmed]

Wild Bill Hickok: Rusty, you can finish shoeing my horse.

Rusty: What's the matter? Tired?

Wild Bill Hickok: No, but if you can't take care of Dude, you can shoe my horse while I look after him.

[Bill walks towards the sound of gunfire]

Rusty: Bill, you forgot your guns!

Wild Bill Hickok: I won't need 'em, Rusty. I'm a peaceable man.

Wild Bill Hickok: Chief, this man is no friend of the Pawnees. He is Coyote who asks Mountain Lion to kill for him!

Wild Bill Hickok: If you don't want to die with your boots on, let that gun lie!