Cop: I got a rule about women: if they ain’t breakin’ the law, leave ’em alone.
Tom Reese: And all that hogwash about horses! The loyalty of the horse! The intelligence of the horse! The intelligence? You know a horse has a brain just about the size of a walnut. They’re mean, they’re treacherous and they’re stupid. There isn’t a horse born that had enough sense to move away from a hot fire. No sensible man loves a horse. He tolerates the filthy animal only because riding is better than walking.
Dixon Steele: I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me.
Dixon Steele: You like it?
Laurel Gray: What is it?
Dixon Steele: I. . .I want to put it in the script. I don’t know quite where.
Laurel Gray: You feel well now?
Dixon Steele: I don’t know. Maybe.
Dixon Steele: Say it back to me, let’s hear how it sounds.
Laurel Gray: I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I. . .
Dixon Steele: I lived a few weeks while she loved me.