Film Quotes by Henry Fonda

Frank: You've made a big mistake, Morton. When you're not on that train, you look like a turtle out of its shell. Just funny. Poor cripple talking big so nobody'll know how scared you are.

Gil Carter: [First lines: Gil Carter and Art Croft have just ridden into town] Deader than a Payute's grave!

Gil Carter: [Gil and Art discuss their uneasiness about certain members of the posse] Besides, I like to pick my own bosses.
Art Croft: Whether we picked 'em or not, we sure got 'em.
Gil Carter: That's what I don't like. That Smith, and Bartlett, shootin' off their mouths... Farnley... and that renegade Tetley, struttin' around in his uniform pretending he's so much. He never even *saw* the South until after the war, and then only long enough to marry that kid's mother and get run outta' the place by her folks.
Art Croft: I figured there was somethin' fishy about him, dressin' up like that.
Gil Carter: For sure. Whydya' suppose he'd be livin' in this neck 'o the woods if he didn't have something to hide?

Jack V. Merrick, Jr.: Dad, you can't take other people's lives and run them like you run your busines.

Jack V. Merrick, Jr.: Oh Mary, when you talk like that, it makes me just want to... cuddle.

John S. Bottomly: But what can you expect from a society that itself spends 44% of its tax dollars on killing?

Lewis Easton: [to Eva] You're a hungry little girl - the theater's offering you a feast.

Lt. Col. Daniel Kiley: A lot of guys are gonna die to keep you safe and cozy.
Joe: You sure know how to hit below the belt, Colonel... that's dirty fighting.
Lt. Col. Daniel Kiley: This isn't a pillow fight, Joe... sorry it hurts.

Lt. Weaver: [speaking to U.S. Army M.P.s he knew were Germans in disguise at the fuel supply camp, in a sarcastic voice] Does the road to Amblève still lead to Malmedy?
[then he shoots them]

Mayor Will Blue: What can we do for you?
Brown, Territorial Governor's Rep.: It's the other way around. The name's Brown... from the Governor's office. Every time somebody puts a little capital into this territory, I'm called into the office and sent on my way. It don't make no difference that I suffer from rheumatism or that I'm past the age to ride a mule's back. A man who files a claim that yields, it's a town. If he finds grass, it's a town. If he digs a well, it's a town. And I have to charter them all. If the claim pitches out, the grass dies, the well dries out, everybody rides off to form up again. New territory for me to travel. Nobody fixes in this country. Everybody is blowing around with the wind. You can't bring law to a bunch of rocks. You can't make a society out of sand. Sometimes, I think we're worse than the Indians. What's the name of this town?
Mayor Will Blue: Hard Times.