Tell Them Willie Boy Is Here (1969)
Robert Blake: Willie
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Quotes
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Willie Boy : Indian's don't last in prison. They weren't born for it like the whites.
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Willie Boy : Don't feel sad. I didn't hate him. One way of the other you die in the end. They won't catch us, Lola. They won't even try. Nobody gives a damn what Indians do. Nobody.
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[first lines]
Tom : Did you see that crazy Calvert go by?
Willie Boy : Ate his dust.
Tom : When did you get back to Banning, Willie Boy?
Willie Boy : Five o'clock freight.
Tom : Goin' to the fiesta?
Willie Boy : Is that where you're goin', Tom?
Tom : Trailin' Mr. Calvert with a tow just in case he breaks down - or breaks his neck.
Willie Boy : Well, I guess that's where I'm goin'.
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Tom : Mr. Calvert said you been a foreman on a ranch in Victorville for a while.
Willie Boy : Yep.
Tom : I hear a white woman owned it.
Willie Boy : You heard right.
Tom : And you left?
Willie Boy : Husband come home.
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Willie Boy : I didn't think they'd want me that bad. Maybe they're like me. Maybe it's you they want.
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Lola : Willie, are you going to kill them?
Willie Boy : If I have to.
Lola : What do you mean, "If you have to?"
Willie Boy : I mean if they keep comin'.
Lola : But they're white, Willie. They'll shoot forever.
Willie Boy : How long is that? Less than you think.
Lola : It's crazy, Willie! You can't win. You can't beat them, Willie, ever.
Willie Boy : Maybe... maybe. But they'll know I was here.
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Lola : It's Charlie Newcomb.
Willie Boy : Maybe they put a few dollars on my head and he needs a new guitar.
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Willie Boy : Run! Run! The road leads right to them. Tell them Willie Boy is here!
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Willie Boy : What did I do that I should die in a white man's prison? You tell me? What did any of us do? What was wrong with us? Nothing. Nothing! Just color.
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Willie Boy : Now we have everything. Your father's gun. Fifteen dollars from the Old Lady. My Uncle's colt. And my father's ghost shirt.
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Lola : If I stay with you, you'll die. What are we doing, Willie? What's going to happen?
Willie Boy : I don't know.
Lola : They're going to kill you.
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Lola : Why do you want trouble?
Willie Boy : It goes with you.
Lola : I'm not worth it.
Willie Boy : You bet.
Lola : Here comes your trouble - my father and my brothers.
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Old Mike : I told you before - I'll shoot you. Don't you believe me, Willie Boy?
Willie Boy : I believe you, Mike. Last time I run off with it. This time I'm askin' you.
Old Mike : I can't hear you.
Willie Boy : Well, you'd better.
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Meathead : Alright, boys, get it and go. We don't want no revival meetin' here. What you doin' with these Sunday school redskins, Willie? Got the religion?
Willie Boy : What you got, Meathead? Death Valley Juice?
Meathead : Hell, no. White man's whiskey. I got real confidence in it. I didn't make it. I stole it. Buyin'?
Willie Boy : I'm waitin' to see how long it takes to kill. How much?
Meathead : A dollar.
[Willie pays a dollar, takes a bottle, leaves and Meathead says under his breath]
Meathead : Indian bastard.
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Willie Boy : How much?
Judge Benby : Two bits. That'll make some squaw happy tonight, Willie Boy.