G.B.H. (mini) Quote
Drunken Mountain Man: Fine looking squaw, ain't she? She got a good looking daughter too. I wouldn't mind making her acquaintance. Might even take me a bath. I never known an Injun gal do wash like her. Her husband must have clean britches everyday. Twice on Sunday. You don't need britches.
Thunder Heart Woman: Move on.
Drunken Mountain Man: Bet you ain't wearing none under that skirt. We're just gonna have to find out. [Jacob reaches out and grabs ThunderHeart Woman's wrist]
Drunken Mountain Man: Easy there, partner. Mind that scattergun, friend. She knows how to use it.
Jacob Jr.: Just get along and leave us along, mister!
Drunken Mountain Man: Look at that Indian half-breed! [grabs Jacob Jr]
Jacob Jr.: Let go of me!
Jacob Wheeler: [Knocks the men hassling them to the ground and takes his pistol] Hand over your pistols and clear on out!
Drunken Mountain Man: Got no call to take our pistols.
Jacob Wheeler: Lucky I ain't in the killing spirit.
Drunken Mountain Man: Who might you be, friend?
Jacob Wheeler: The man that's gonna wing you just so I can carve your scalps and show 'em to you before I kill you. [removes the other pistol]
Jacob Wheeler: Jacob Jr., take this son. Get on up!
Drunken Mountain Man: All right!
Jacob Wheeler: Next time to you talk to a man's wife, you'll show her some respect. Come on, get out of here! [shoves them out of the cafeteria and fires the pistol]
Jacob Wheeler: [the crowd laughs] M
Jacob Wheeler: [f
Thunder Heart Woman: Move on.
Drunken Mountain Man: Bet you ain't wearing none under that skirt. We're just gonna have to find out. [Jacob reaches out and grabs ThunderHeart Woman's wrist]
Drunken Mountain Man: Easy there, partner. Mind that scattergun, friend. She knows how to use it.
Jacob Jr.: Just get along and leave us along, mister!
Drunken Mountain Man: Look at that Indian half-breed! [grabs Jacob Jr]
Jacob Jr.: Let go of me!
Jacob Wheeler: [Knocks the men hassling them to the ground and takes his pistol] Hand over your pistols and clear on out!
Drunken Mountain Man: Got no call to take our pistols.
Jacob Wheeler: Lucky I ain't in the killing spirit.
Drunken Mountain Man: Who might you be, friend?
Jacob Wheeler: The man that's gonna wing you just so I can carve your scalps and show 'em to you before I kill you. [removes the other pistol]
Jacob Wheeler: Jacob Jr., take this son. Get on up!
Drunken Mountain Man: All right!
Jacob Wheeler: Next time to you talk to a man's wife, you'll show her some respect. Come on, get out of here! [shoves them out of the cafeteria and fires the pistol]
Jacob Wheeler: [the crowd laughs] M
Jacob Wheeler: [f
Movie: G.B.H. (mini)
