Montgomery Clift credited as playing...
- Perce: So what I want to know... what I want to know is: who do you depend on?
- Roslyn: I don't know. Maybe all there really is is just the next thing. The next thing that happens. Maybe you're not supposed to remember anybody's promises.
- Perce: How come you got such trust in your eyes?
- Roslyn: I do?
- Perce: Like you was just born.
- Gay: I hope your sober.
- Perce: Man I have won buckets of money in towns I couldn't even remember the names of!
- Roslyn: That star is so far away, that by the time the light from it reaches us here on Earth, it might not even be up there anymore.
- Perce: Boy, you sure know a lot, don't you, pilot?
- Guido: Astronomy is in all the library books, Perce. Nothin' to it but readin'.
- Roslyn: Still, it's wonderful to know things.
- Guido: Knowing things don't matter much. You got somethin' a lot more important.
- Roslyn: What?
- Guido: You care. Whatever happens to anybody, it happens to you. You're really hooked into the whole thing, Roslyn. It's a blessing.
- Roslyn: People say I'm just nervous.
- Guido: What kind of dancin' you do?
- Roslyn: Oh, interpretive dancing. You know, nightclubs and that sort of thing.
- Perce: I was in a nightclub once. I was in a nightclub in Kansas City called: The Naked Truth. And they wasn't kiddin'!
- Perce: Do you belong to Gay?
- Roslyn: I don't know where I belong.
- Perce: I don't like to see the way they grind up women around here. Although, I guess, a lot of them don't mind, do they?
- Roslyn: Some do.
- Perce: Don't you, don't you let them grind you up here.
- [Saying their goodbyes before Roslyn leaves with Gaylord]
- Perce: Um, I'm pleased to have met you, Roslyn.
- Roslyn: Don't get hurt anymore, will you, Perce?
- [Perce smiles wistfully and slowly walks away]
- Perce: Hey go in there and get me a bottle of whiskey to keep me primed for the rodeo
- Gay: It's better than wages, ain't it? - - I said it's better than wages, ain't it?
- Perce: Sure, anything's better than wages.
- Perce: I was in a nightclub in Kansas City, called 'The Naked Truth,' and they weren't kiddin'.
- Roslyn: How do you feel?
- Perce: [after riding and being thrown by a rode bull] How do I feel? Well, like I was kicked by a bull.
- Gay: Oh, I want no part of that bull except on a plate, medium rare.
