“Baby sister, I was born game and I intend to go out that way.”

by chuckofish

Tomorrow is the birthday of John Wayne (1907-1979), so I thought another Pop Quiz was in order. Can you name the movie from which each J.W. quotation below comes? List your answers in the Comments section and I’ll post the answers later today.

Well, I used to be a good cowhand. But, things happen.

You’re not quite “Army” yet, miss… or you’d know never to apologize… it’s a sign of weakness.

Pilgrim, hold it. I said you, Valance; *you* pick it up.

SADDLE UP.

Get a shovel and my Bible. I’ll read over him.

The Apaches, sir, are neither to the north nor the east. Nor are they in their encampment. But if you’da been watching the dust swirls to the south, like most of us, you’d see that they’re right there! [points to the Apaches coming over the rise]

–Always liked that poem too. Makes me wanna…

–Ride, boldly ride? Well, it don’t work out that way.

Listen Brick, for years I’ve been taking your fatherly advice, and it’s never been any good. So from now on, I’m strictly a one man band!

Injun will chase a thing till he thinks he’s chased it enough. Then he quits. Same way when he runs. Seems like he never learns there’s such a thing as a critter that’ll just keep comin’ on. So we’ll find ’em in the end, I promise you. We’ll find ’em. Just as sure as the turnin’ of the earth.

–You’re a rich man, Burdette… big ranch, pay a lot of people to do what you want ’em to do. And you got a brother. He’s no good but he’s your brother. He committed twenty murders you’d try and see he didn’t hang for ’em.

–I don’t like that kinda talk. Now you’re practically accusing me…

–Let’s get this straight. You don’t like? I don’t like a lot of things. I don’t like your men sittin’ on the road bottling up this town. I don’t like your men watching us, trying to catch us with our backs turned. And I don’t like it when a friend of mine offers to help and twenty minutes later he’s dead! And i don’t like you, Burdette, because you set it up.

If you say “three,” mister, you’ll never hear the man count “ten.”

Well, Perlie, you old hayshaker… looks like you got me…

I won’t be wronged, I won’t be insulted, and I won’t be laid a hand on. I don’t do these things to other people, and I require the same from them.

P.S. In other news, yesterday was the 80th birthday of one of my other heroes, Bob Dylan.

God loves you and I love you, Bob. Happy birthday! Did you know that there is an Institute for Bob Dylan Studies at the University of Tulsa? Neither did I. Anyway, I feel a good long BD sing-a-long coming on. I contain multitudes.

Today, by the way, is the birthday of Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882) and I will toast him tonight. Have a great day and “write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year…”