True Grit

And "futile," Marshal Cogburn, "pursuit would be futile"? It's not spelled "f-u-d-e-l."

[LaBoeuf has been talking about malum prohibitum and malum in se] I'm struck that LaBoeuf has been shot, trampled, and nearly severed his tongue, and not only does he not cease to talk but he spills the banks of English.

I would not pay three hundred and twenty-five dollars for winged Pegasus!

You go for a man hard enough and fast enough, he don't have time to think about how many's with him; he thinks about himself, and how he might get clear of that wrath that's about to set down on him.

I do not entertain hypotheticals. The world as it is, is vexing enough.

Unrepentant condemned man: Well, I killed the wrong man is the which of why I'm here. Had I killed the man I meant to, I don't believe I'd have been convicted. I see men out there in that crowd that's worse than me. [to executioner] Okay.