William H. Bonney 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: Hey, Peppin. I see you got Charley Crawford down there with you.

Peppin: Yeah, that's right, Bonney. We got a whole...

[Bonney goes to the window and shoots Charley Crawford]

William H. Bonney: Hey, Peppin. Charley Crawford's not with you anymore.

William H. Bonney: You know, Sir, I do admire you, and I sure would like to touch the gun that's gonna kill Billy the Kid.

William H. Bonney: "Dear Governor Axtell. I've heard that you will give 200 dollars for my head. Perhaps we should meet and talk. I am at the Juarez village at the border. Send 3 men, and instruct them not to shoot, as I am unarmed. In short, Sir; I surrender. Your obedient servant William H. Bonney. PS: I changed my mind. Kiss my ass."

William H. Bonney: Murphy's taking inventory in Tunstall's store right now and you're saying that means nothing to you?

Chavez: It means nothing to me? Murphy and his politicians have taken more blood from me than they ever will from you.

William H. Bonney: How do you figure?

Chavez: The Red Sands Creek Reservation. 200 people butchered in the snow with their stomachs empty. My mother's people. You see, Murphy was under government contract to supply us with beef, but two winters ago, he sent only rotten meat. No corn, no flour, just rancid beef crawling with worms. A few of my men and I set out to a camp in the middle of the night to try and get food. Oh yeah, they welcomed us in, and then they fired at us. I got away, only me. But when I got back to the Red Sands, I found out that the army had already heard about our big indian uprising and they paid us back. My mother was cut by a saber from her privates to her neck. My sisters were just babies, and they had their heads bashed in with boot heels so the army could save bullets. Everyone at the reservation was butchered AND IT MEANS NOTHING TO ME? Oh yeah, I went into Lincoln to take Murphy's head. And that's when John Tunstall found me, and he took me in, and he taught me a better way to bury Murphy.

William H. Bonney: If we're caught, we're gonna hang... But there's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip.

Alex McSween: I'm not leaving my house.

William H. Bonney: Alex, if you stay they're gonna kill you. And then I'm gonna have to to go around and kill all the guys who killed you. That's a lot of killing.

[When the cavalry arrives]

Doc: Billy, we're good, but this is getting ridiculous.

William H. Bonney: I like these odds...

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?

William H. Bonney: [after shooting the Texan in the bar who was boasting that he would kill Billy the Kid] How many does that make Doc? 25?

Doc: Five.

William H. Bonney: We'll call it ten.

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.

William H. Bonney: Reap it, Murphy, you son of a bitch.

William H. Bonney: Reap the whirlwind, Brady. Reap it.

[the "Regulators" are surrounded by 20-30 men in Alex McSween's house]

Doc: Billy, what are we gonna do now?

William H. Bonney: We're gonna show these guys they've finally met their match.

Charley Bowdre: Hey, Billy. I've got to get out of here. I've got a wife. She's this little Mexican gal. Please, Billy.

William H. Bonney: Charley, if you don't stand up and start whooping some ass, you ain't ever gonna see her again.

Colonel Nathan Dudley: Mr. Bonney. Mr. McSween. This is Colonel Nathan Dudley out of Fort Scranton. Come on out, with your hands high.

William H. Bonney: Hahahahaha. With your hands high? I better reason with him. Hey, Colonel Shithead. You can kiss my ass. Get President Hayes down here, then we'll come out. We'll see how they like that one.

Chavez: I told you I would find the way, and the way is west.

William H. Bonney: West, huh? Well west is that way...

[points gun in one direction]

William H. Bonney: ...and the bastards we gotta kill are that way.

[points gun in opposite direction]

William H. Bonney: I ain't left-handed.

William H. Bonney: You remember the stories John use to tell us about the the three chinamen playing Fantan? This guy runs up to them and says, "Hey, the world's coming to an end!" and the first one says, "Well, I best go to the mission and pray," and the second one says, "Well, hell, I'm gonna go and buy me a case of Mezcal and six whores," and the third one says "Well, I'm gonna finish the game." I shall finish the game, Doc.

Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: You son of a bitch! You're starting to believe what they're writing about you, aren't you? Let me tell you what you really are! You rode a 15 year old boy straight to his grave, and the rest of us straight to hell... straight to hell! William H. Bonney! You are *not* a god!

[cocks his gun and points it at Billy]

William H. Bonney: Why don't you pull the trigger and find out?

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 !

William H. Bonney: Yoohoo. I'll make you famous!

Judge Bristol: ...and there be hanged by the neck till he be dead, dead, dead. Now, do you have anything to say, young man?

William H. Bonney: Yes I do, your Honor. You can go to hell, hell, hell.

William H. Bonney: "Buckshot George", that's your name. You wanted a name, that's it. "Buckshot George". It's a good name.

Hendry French: My name is Hendry William French.

William H. Bonney: That's a good name too.

Tom O'Folliard: What's scum?

William H. Bonney: Well Tom, that's bad types. Politicians, bankers, cattle-kings... Scum...

William H. Bonney: Dave, it's your gang.

Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: What?

William H. Bonney: It's your gang. You lead us out.

Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: No, it's your gang, it's always been your gang.

William H. Bonney: Don't cross me, Dave...

Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: [interrupting them] Billy! Let's finish the game.

William H. Bonney: Hello Bob!

[Shoots Deputy Sheriff Bob Ollinger with a rifle that has eighteen dimes instead of bullets]

William H. Bonney: "Goodbye Bob! Best dollar eighty I ever spent.

William H. Bonney: Just remember Pat. You'll never be me. You'll always be the man who *shot* Billy the Kid!

William H. Bonney: Just remember this Dave: these are the Regulators!

Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: Yeah, they *was*.

Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: [sighs] *Were*.

William H. Bonney: You killed the boys, Patsie!

Pat Garrett: No, Kid. You did. If I was with you I'd be one of 'em.

William H. Bonney: You wanna ride with Billy the Kid? Is that what you want?

[Showing Tom his wound]

William H. Bonney: Get buckshot in your leg like this, huh? How 'bout in your skull? Hanging out in the damn brush like some kinda lizard. Everybody in the territory takin' a shot at ya, BOOM BOOM BOOM! Is that what you want, Mr. Pennsylvania huh? HUH? Is that what you want?

Tom O'Folliard: Yes.

Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: Here.

[Tosses Billy a pocket watch]

Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: It's from New York. It's for the horse.

William H. Bonney: Why that horse ain't for sale Doc, but how about my boots? They're nice and broke in and...

[Doc kicks him]

Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: You son of a bitch!

William H. Bonney: Hey Tommy! Last one up the hill is a three legged dog!

William H. Bonney: [is admitting the truth] You know what the Mexican Blackbird is?

Hendry French: It's a broken trail that leads to Old Mexico.

William H. Bonney: [shakes head] It's a half black, half Mexican whore...

Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: [nervous] So... you named the trail after her, right?

William H. Bonney: [remains silent, looking away from everyone]

Josiah Gordon "Doc" Scurlock: [realization and anger appear on his face] There is no broken trail to Old Mexico is there?

Deputy Carlyle: Which of you is the leader of your gang?

William H. Bonney: That'd be me.

Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: [Interrupting] Arkansas Dave.

William H. Bonney: You are not, Dave!

Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: I am so!

William H. Bonney: [Incredulously] You are *not*!

Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: I am *so*!

William H. Bonney: Are not!

Deputy Carlyle: [Coughing nervously] Gentlemen!

William H. Bonney: Celsa Baca! You got to bear grease the damn walls to get that pig in here!

Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: I don't take tender-foots in my gang, and I definitely don't take no Mexicans.

William H. Bonney: It ain't your gang, Dave.

Jose Chavez Y Chavez: Mexican-Indian you son-of-a-bitch.

Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh: Oh! I'm sorry! Tell me something Chavez... was it a Mexican whore puttin' it to the savages, or an Indian whore who put it to the whole God damned Mexican army!