Tom Chaney: [after being shot by Mattie] I didn't think you'd do it! One of my short ribs is broke!
True GritMattie Ross: I have no regard for you, but I'm sure you have enough for yourself to go around.
True Grit[first lines] Frank Ross: Little Frank... You take care of your mama. Little Frank: I will.
True GritMattie Ross: [about drinking whiskey] I would not put a thief in my mouth to steal my brains.
True GritClifford Worley: [after Alabama kisses him] Son of a bitch was right. She taste's like a peach.
True RomanceDick Ritchie: I don't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out. All I got is fuckin' Floyd.
True RomanceFinch: One thing is true of all governments - their most reliable records are tax records.
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