Joe Starrett: Looks like your friends are a little late. What are the Ryker boys up to this time? [points a rifle at Shane] Shane: Ryker? Joe Starrett: That's what I said. Shane: I wouldn't know a Ryker from your Jersey cow.
Joe Starrett: These old-timers, they just can't see it yet, but runnin' cattle on an open range just can't go on forever. It takes too much space for too little results. Those herds aren't any good, they're all horns and bone. Now, cattle that is bre...
Marian Starrett: You're both out of your senses. This isn't worth a life, anybody's life. What are you fighting for? This shack, this little piece of ground, and nothing but work, work, work? I'm sick of it. I'm sick of trouble. Joe, let's move. Let'...
Marian Starrett: You were through with gun-fighting? Shane: I changed my mind. Marian Starrett: [softly] Are you doing this just for me? Shane: For you, Marion... for Joe, and little Joe. Marian Starrett: Then we'll never see you again? Shane: Never'...
Rufus Ryker: I don't want no trouble, Starrett. I came to inform ya. I got that beef contract for the reservation. Joe Starrett: Did it take this many of you to tell me that? Rufus Ryker: I mean business. Joe Starrett: Then you tend to your own. Rufu...
Shane: I came to get your offer, Ryker. Rufus Ryker: I'm not dealing with you. Where's Starrett? Shane: You're dealing with me, Ryker. Rufus Ryker: I got no quarrel with you, Shane. You walk out now and no hard feelings. Shane: What's your offer, Ryk...
