Johnny Guitar Quotes
A strong willed female saloon owner is wrongly suspected of murder and bank robbery by a lynch mob, when she helps a wounded gang member.
Johnny: How many men have you forgotten?
Vienna: As many women as you've remembered.
Johnny: Don't go away.
Vienna: I haven't moved.
Johnny: Tell me something nice.
Vienna: Sure, what do you want to hear?
Johnny: Lie to me. Tell me all these years you've waited. Tell me.
Vienna: [without feeling] All those years I've waited.
Johnny: Tell me you'd a-died if I hadn't come back.
Vienna: [without feeling] I woulda died if you hadn't come back.
Johnny: Tell me you still love me like I love you.
Vienna: [without feeling] I still love you like you love me.
Johnny: [bitterly] Thanks. Thanks a lot.
Vienna: As many women as you've remembered.
Johnny: Don't go away.
Vienna: I haven't moved.
Johnny: Tell me something nice.
Vienna: Sure, what do you want to hear?
Johnny: Lie to me. Tell me all these years you've waited. Tell me.
Vienna: [without feeling] All those years I've waited.
Johnny: Tell me you'd a-died if I hadn't come back.
Vienna: [without feeling] I woulda died if you hadn't come back.
Johnny: Tell me you still love me like I love you.
Vienna: [without feeling] I still love you like you love me.
Johnny: [bitterly] Thanks. Thanks a lot.
Johnny: There's nothin' like a good smoke and a cuppa' coffee. You know, some men got the craving for gold and silver. Others need lotsa' land, with herds of cattle. And then there's those that got the weakness for whiskey, and for women. When you boil it all down, what does a man really need? Just a smoke and a cup of coffee.
Marshal Williams: And who are you?
Johnny: The name, sir, is Johnny Guitar.
Dancin' Kid: [Scornfully] That's no name!
Johnny: [Cooly] Anybody care to change it?
Vienna: I hired you to play the guitar, not insult my customers.
Johnny: Well, if these are your customers, I'm not so sure I'll take this job.
Vienna: That's pretty strong talk for a man who doesn't wear a gun.
Marshal Williams: And who are you?
Johnny: The name, sir, is Johnny Guitar.
Dancin' Kid: [Scornfully] That's no name!
Johnny: [Cooly] Anybody care to change it?
Vienna: I hired you to play the guitar, not insult my customers.
Johnny: Well, if these are your customers, I'm not so sure I'll take this job.
Vienna: That's pretty strong talk for a man who doesn't wear a gun.
Vienna: Sam, light a lamp and hang it outside.
Sam: [Reluctant, since a fierce storm is blowing outside] Nobody'll be in in this weather.
Vienna: And if they do, how can they find the place? Just hang a lamp!
Sam: [Meekly, to the two men in the kitchen] Never seen a woman who was more of a man. She thinks like one, acts like one, and sometimes makes me feel like I'm not.
Sam: [Reluctant, since a fierce storm is blowing outside] Nobody'll be in in this weather.
Vienna: And if they do, how can they find the place? Just hang a lamp!
Sam: [Meekly, to the two men in the kitchen] Never seen a woman who was more of a man. She thinks like one, acts like one, and sometimes makes me feel like I'm not.
Mr. Andrews: [Dining privately with Vienna in her upstairs room] Tell me, why did you pick this spot to build? How could you possibly know that the railroad was coming this way?
Vienna: Some time ago I ran into your surveyor and... we exchanged confidences. When the railroad comes through here, how much do you think this property will be worth?
Mr. Andrews: What's Albuquerque worth?
Vienna: How would you like to share in it? I'll need all the help I can get.
Mr. Andrews: I couldn't help you. I'm not very handy with a gun.
Vienna: I'm offering you an opportunity to get rich!
Mr. Andrews: An opportunity to get killed would be more accurate.
Vienna: Some time ago I ran into your surveyor and... we exchanged confidences. When the railroad comes through here, how much do you think this property will be worth?
Mr. Andrews: What's Albuquerque worth?
Vienna: How would you like to share in it? I'll need all the help I can get.
Mr. Andrews: I couldn't help you. I'm not very handy with a gun.
Vienna: I'm offering you an opportunity to get rich!
Mr. Andrews: An opportunity to get killed would be more accurate.
Dancin' Kid: [Seeing, for the first time, Johnny Guitar wearing a gun, and not realizing who he really is] Well, look at Mr. Guitar! All dressed up and looking mighty dangerous.
Johnny: What did you want to tell me?
Dancin' Kid: [Mockingly, and completely unaware that Johnny Guitar is actually an extremely capable gunfighter] Oh, I'm too scared, now that you've gotta' gun.
Vienna: You better lay off him, Kid.
Dancin' Kid: I wouldn't hurt him.
Vienna: I wasn't thinking of *you* hurting *him.*
Dancin' Kid: Oh, you mean he might shoot himself in the leg, trying to draw?
[chuckles rudely]
Vienna: No... but if I were you, I wouldn't fool around with Johnny Logan.
Dancin' Kid: [Stunned] Are you... Johnny Logan?
Johnny: That's the name, friend.
Johnny: What did you want to tell me?
Dancin' Kid: [Mockingly, and completely unaware that Johnny Guitar is actually an extremely capable gunfighter] Oh, I'm too scared, now that you've gotta' gun.
Vienna: You better lay off him, Kid.
Dancin' Kid: I wouldn't hurt him.
Vienna: I wasn't thinking of *you* hurting *him.*
Dancin' Kid: Oh, you mean he might shoot himself in the leg, trying to draw?
[chuckles rudely]
Vienna: No... but if I were you, I wouldn't fool around with Johnny Logan.
Dancin' Kid: [Stunned] Are you... Johnny Logan?
Johnny: That's the name, friend.
Vienna: The railroad's sending in people by tens, twenties, hundreds, and thousands! You can't keep them all out! Tell them, Mr. Andrews!
Mr. Andrews: I think you put it rather well.
John McIvers: You're not buildin' no depot here.
Mr. Andrews: That's for Vienna to decide.
Vienna: [Brief pause] Vienna decided!
Mr. Andrews: I think you put it rather well.
John McIvers: You're not buildin' no depot here.
Mr. Andrews: That's for Vienna to decide.
Vienna: [Brief pause] Vienna decided!
Emma: [Passionately addressing the members of the posse] You heard her tell how they're gonna' run the railroad through here, bringin' thousands of new people from the east. Farmers! Dirt farmers! Squatters! They'll push us out. Is that what you're waitin' for? You're actin' like she's some fine lady, and doin' nothin' makes all of you fine gentlemen. Well, she ain't, and you're not! So you better wake up. Or you're gonna' find you and your women and your kids squeezed between barbed wire and fence posts. Is that what you're waitin' for? Well, I'm not!
Marshal Williams: [the posse has come to Vienna's, demanding the whereabouts of the Dancin' Kid's gang] We came for the Kid and his bunch.
Vienna: [Calmly sitting and playing the piano] That's what you said yesterday.
Marshal Williams: We came for you too, Vienna.
Vienna: [Still playing the piano, unperturbed] Why? I had nothing to do with robbing the bank. Every man here knows that. I don't have to hold up banks. All I have to do is sit here and wait for the railroad to come through. And that is my intention.
Vienna: [Calmly sitting and playing the piano] That's what you said yesterday.
Marshal Williams: We came for you too, Vienna.
Vienna: [Still playing the piano, unperturbed] Why? I had nothing to do with robbing the bank. Every man here knows that. I don't have to hold up banks. All I have to do is sit here and wait for the railroad to come through. And that is my intention.
Johnny: [Mining crews are blasting up in the nearby hills, making the roads impassable] They're closing the pass. If you're thinking of running, it's a little late. I've got a hunch the posse will be droppin' in on ya' before night. Same people who paid you a visit yesterday, only they won't be the same. A posse isn't people. I've ridden with 'em, and I've ridden against 'em. A posse is an animal that moves like one and thinks like one.
Vienna: [Dismissively] They're men with itchy fingers and a coil of rope around their saddle horns, lookin' for somebody to hang. And after riding a few hours they don't care much WHO they hang. You haven't told me a thing I don't know.
Vienna: [Dismissively] They're men with itchy fingers and a coil of rope around their saddle horns, lookin' for somebody to hang. And after riding a few hours they don't care much WHO they hang. You haven't told me a thing I don't know.
