Charles Drake credited as playing...
Sam Livingston
- Hotel Clerk: I told you, we don't rent accommodation to pigs.
- Sam Livingston: You don't rent anything, not any more.
- Hotel Clerk: I beg your pardon.
- Sam Livingston: I, um, just bought this hotel and you're fired.
- Sam Livingston: I'll spare the details but anyway, the biscuits burnt. I got so mad I threw them out the back door as far as I could throw 'em. Endicott's old man was out there and, being a pig, he didn't much care if the biscuits were burnt or not. He started rooting around there in the biscuits. Pretty soon he was coming up with some pretty good colour.
- Abigail Newkirk: Colour?
- Sam Livingston: Gold. Pretty fair strike too. So I figure, if his boy wants a beer now and then, he's got it coming to him.
- Abigail Newkirk: Here, soak your head.
- Sam Livingston: That's not for me. That's for Endicott.
- Abigail Newkirk: Endicott?
- Sam Livingston: The other half of the family. Like to meet him?
- Abigail Newkirk: Can he drive a wagon?
- Sam Livingston: I dunno. Come on, let's ask him.
- Sam Livingston: A dollar a day, huh?
- Abigail Newkirk: And all you can eat.
- Sam Livingston: What about Endicott?
- Abigail Newkirk: Oh, we'll take him too. I'll make biscuits for him. No beer though.
- Sam Livingston: Don't you worry none about that driver. Just remember old Moses. He got into a couple of binds out there in the wilderness. He came through all right. So will you.
- Cass Fleming: Oh, yes, ma'am, an old friend. Sam and I pushed over these mountains in '49. When you came West in those days, you had a fight on your hands, all the way from Independence to Hangtown. That right, Sam?
- Sam Livingston: Huh?
- Cass Fleming: I was just telling the young lady that when you pushed a team of mules West in '49, it was some different from what it is today.
- Sam Livingston: Yeah, it was at that.
- Abigail Newkirk: Well, don't keep me in suspense. What held you up?
- Sam Livingston: Oh, it was almighty cold. Remember how cold it was, Cass?
- Cass Fleming: Sure do.
- Sam Livingston: We were in November, you see. It was touch and go there for a while whether we'd get over the hump before the first snow. Well, anyway, of all times Cass decided to wash his long johns and hung them the night before.
- Cass Fleming: Ha, ha. I remember. In the morning they were frozen stiff.
- Sam Livingston: You could've busted them in half over your knee.
- Cass Fleming: Sam, how come you remember a thing like that?
- Sam Livingston: Easy. You took mine. Only had one spare pair and I was fixing to put them on myself. You took 'em. We had quite a fight about that. Before we were finished, you threw me in the creek. Started out in 25 degree weather and I was soaking wet. That's why I remember.
- Abigail Newkirk: Why'd you throw him in the creek?
- Sam Livingston: Aw, mainly because I was only sixteen years old, about half the size of Cass.
- Major Seth Adams: Hey, you wouldn't be rawhiding the banker, would you?
- Sam Livingston: Senator.
- Major Seth Adams: Senator?
- Sam Livingston: Yeah, he's fixing to run for Senate this fall. I wouldn't rawhide him for the world. Why, Cass Fleming is one of the best friends I've got, Major, do me a favour, will ya. See that he doesn't get any more than neck deep in mud.
- Sam Livingston: Yeah, I got him back I tracked him all night. Ooh, it was cold as thunder. It was after sun up before I got back. So you didn't blow my head off after all.
- Cass Fleming: I was only joshing the kid.
- Cass Fleming: With a six-gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. Funny, I got the feeling that you weren't kidding. I got the feeling that you really would've tracked me down and blowed my head off. You used to get like that when you was drinking. You know, looking back on it, I can't hardly remember a time when you stone sober.
- Cass Fleming: Not a dime to his name. Just what was on his back and that carpetbag.
- Sam Livingston: And Cherokee.
- Cass Fleming: Cherokee?
- Sam Livingston: My filly.
- Cass Fleming: Oh... Yeah.
- Sam Livingston: She was all I had, kinda like Endicott in a different sort of way. Almost seemed like she could understand every word you said to her. She was only a yearling. Just about big enough to pack my 120 pounds. A roan with a shiny coat, a nose as soft as petals. Cass, ain't this the place where the off mule gave out?
- Abigail Newkirk: I promised not to work on you so I won't.
- Sam Livingston: Thanks.
- Abigail Newkirk: But you're sure ripe for a sermon.
- Sam Livingston: They threw me out. After they jumped my claim. I went to the Miners' Committee. I went to Hangtown, Sacramento even. Nobody'd believe me. I was just a punk sixteen year old kid who believed in dreams. So you got it, Cass. You sold out that Spring for $300,000, while I was eating ground squirrels in the Nevada Desert.
- Sam Livingston: In this campaign, I got all the votes. Now, ain't that a silly kind of system where a man, who is crazy enough to keep a pet pig, can decide who's fit to run a first class bank.
- Abigail Newkirk: You're lost. You're mired down in hatred and vengeance. I won't preach to you, Sam, because I think you're beyond redemption.
- Sam Livingston: Abby, I've gone through nineteen years of hell for this. I've dreamed about it, I've prayed for it.
- Abigail Newkirk: Prayed? Don't talk to me about prayer, Sam Livingston. It's time you learnt what prayer is. It's time you learnt that you can't pray for vengeance, you can't pray for destruction and ruination. You can't pray out of hatred. If you gonna pray, Sam, pray for yourself.
- Sam Livingston: I been talking temperance to him, but he just won't listen. That's his problem.
- Abigail Newkirk: What?
- Sam Livingston: Pigheaded.
- Abigail Newkirk: I knew I shouldn't have asked.