Rooster Cogburn: That Chinamen is running them cheap shells on me again.
LaBoeuf: I thought you gonna say the sun was in your eyes. That is to say, your Eye!
Bear Man: You might want to head over to the Original Greaser Bob's. He notched a dugout into a hollow along the Coralon River. If you ride the river you won't fail to see it. Greaser Bob, the Original Greaser Bob, is hunting north of the picket wire and would not begrudge its use.
Moon: [Cogburn is offering the wounded Moon help in exchange for informations] My leg is giving me fits.
Rooster Cogburn: Yes, a young fellow like you don't want to lose his leg.
Emmett Quincy: [to Moon] He's trying to get at you!
Rooster Cogburn: ...with the truth.
Mattie Ross: [about Chaney] Why did you not catch him in Pine Bluff, Arkansas or Monroe, Louisiana?
LaBoeuf: He is a crafty one.
Mattie Ross: I thought him slow-witted myself.
LaBoeuf: ...that was his act.
Mattie Ross: It was a good one. Are you some kind of law?
LaBoeuf: That's right.
[smugly]
LaBoeuf: I'm a Texas Ranger.
Mattie Ross: That may make you a big noise in that state; in Arkansas you should mind that your Texas trappings and title do not make you an object of fun.
Mattie Ross: [haggling with Cogburn] You're trying to take advantage of me.
Rooster Cogburn: I'm giving you the children's rate! I'm not a sharper. I'm an old man sleeping in a rope bed in a room behind a Chinese grocery. I have nothing.
Mattie Ross: You want to be kept in whiskey.
Rooster Cogburn: I don't
need to buy that, I confiscate it.
Mattie Ross: [Mattie tries to persuade LaBouef to continue the hunt with her] Have I held you back? I have a Colt's dragoon revolver which I know how to use, and I would be no more of a burden to you than I was to the marshal.
LaBoeuf: That is not my worry. You have earned your spurs, that is clear enough... . you have been a regular old hand on the trail.
But Cogburn is right, even if I would not give him the satisfaction of conceding it. The trail is cold, and I am... considerably diminished.
Mattie Ross: How can you give up now, after the many months you've dedicated to finding Chaney? You have shown great determination. I misjudged you. I picked the wrong man.
LaBoeuf: I would go on in your company
if there were clear way to go. But we would be striking out blindly. Chelmsford is gone. We have chased him right off the map. There is nothing for it. I am bound for Texas, and it is time for you to go home too... . The marshal, when he sobers, is your way back.
Mattie Ross: I will not go back! Not without Chaney, dead or alive.
LaBoeuf: I misjudged
you as well. I extend my hand.
[He does, but Mattie does not take it]
Mattie Ross: Mr. LaBoeuf! Please!
LaBoeuf: [LaBoeuf keeps his hand extended; Mattie eventually squeezes it] Adios.
[LaBoeuf rides away]