Badlands

KIT: You promise to stay down there for an hour?

BOY: Yeah.

KIT: You expect me to believe that?

KIT: Nah, skip that... I'm going to have to keep an eye on you, though.

BOY: Okay.

KIT: You don't mind?

KIT: No... You go in there, I'll have to kill you.

BOY: What's going on?

KIT: Can't afford to take chances.

BOY: Hi. where's Cato?

KIT: Well, he's gone.

BOY: Gone?... Where?

KIT: He said not to tell.

BOY: Oh yeah?

KIT: Yeah, he said for you to give us a lift into town. You're the ones with the Studebaker, aren't you?

CATO: Kit... Maybe I'd better get a shovel.

KIT: Okay.

CATO: I'll catch up with you.

KIT: Okay.

KIT: That's what he told you, huh?

CATO: No, he showed me one.

CATO: Yeah, I guess.

KIT: She plays the clarinet, too.

KIT: Where'd you get them antlers?

CATO: They come with the house.

KIT: What you been doing?

CATO: Running this place for a fella in town. Nothing much to speak of.

KIT: Well, I don't notice us hustling trash, either.

KIT: How you doing, Cato?

CATO: Not bad.

CATO: Catch!

KIT: What do you mean?

HOLLY: That your spider in there? In that bottle?

CATO: Yeah.

HOLLY: What do you feed him?

CATO: Oh, flies... grasshoppers when I can catch 'em.

HOLLY: Does he bite?

CATO: He never bit me.

HOLLY: What'd they look like?

CATO: Kind of round, like so... Gold. I'll show you if you want.

HOLLY: Don't you ever get bored around here?

CATO: Sometimes. The other day, though, an old boy was plowing in the field over there, found some old Spanish coins.

CLERK: You ever held another job before?

KIT: I used to throw trash for the City.

CLERK: You lost that one?

KIT: Wouldn't be here if I hadn't.

CLERK: What kind of work do you think you would be qualified for?

KIT: I can't think of anything at the moment... I'd like you to write me out a slip, though, proving I came down here.

DEPUTY: Well, Kit...

KIT: Tom...

DEPUTY: Good luck to you.

KIT: Thanks.

DEPUTY: I mean it.

KIT: I know you do. Good luck to you, too.

DEPUTY: Holly's over here, Kit, if you want to see her.

KIT: Sure.

KIT: Hey, listen, Tom, I don't mean to tell you how to run your show here but these cuffs are pinching. What do you say now?

DEPUTY: I need to get your signature on some papers here, Kit.

KIT: Well, I've got to read them first. Suppose I could get a Coke while I do?

DEPUTY: Sure thing. Come on.

DEPUTY: Kit... Kit, I've got a question for you.

KIT: Mmmmm.

DEPUTY: You like people?

KIT: They're okay.

DEPUTY: Then why'd you do it?

KIT: I don't know. Always wanted to be a criminal, I guess. Just not this big a one... Takes all kinds though.

KIT: Say, what kind of rifle was that you were shooting at me?

DEPUTY: Thirty aught six.

KIT: You ever had to open it up like that before?

DEPUTY: Nope.

DEPUTY: We did it, Ray.

KIT: You better not leave that Cadillac sitting out here.

DEPUTY: Oh yeah?

KIT: Long as my ammo held out... Right there's where you caught me.

KIT: What for?

FATHER: For coming onto my property... With a gun.

KIT: No, you're not either.

FATHER: Yeah? Why not?

KIT: Cause I can't allow it.

FATHER: What do you think you're doing? Go on, get out of here.

KIT: Well, I got it all planned... and I'm taking Holly off with me.

KIT: Hi.

FATHER: What're you doing?

KIT: I've got a gun here, sir. It's always a good idea to have one around.

KIT: Listen. I got a lot of respect for her, sir. That's about as good a one as I know to tell you.

FATHER: Well, it's not good enough. Just what do you think would happen to her if she stuck around with you, Kit? Guy like you.

KIT: She'd get along okay. And if she didn't, well, she could take off, just take off, I wouldn't mind... I'd always tell people I deserved it.

KIT: You know, before I met her, nobody could ask me how I was doing with my girl. Matter of fact, I didn't really have one.

FATHER: Is that right?

KIT: Yeah.

KIT: Sure is pretty.

FATHER: What'd you come out here for?

KIT: I wasn't aware there was any law against it.

HOLLY: I've got to stick by Kit... He feels trapped.

GIRL: Yeah. I can imagine.

HOLLY: Well, I've felt that way, hadn't you?

GIRL: What's going to happen to Jack and me?

HOLLY: You have to ask Kit. He says frog, I jump.

GIRL: Okay.

HOLLY: What's your friend's name?

GIRL: Jack.

HOLLY: You love him?

GIRL: I don't know.

KIT: Course it's too bad about your dad.

HOLLY: Yeah.

KIT: We're going to have to sit down, and talk about that sometime.

KIT: Have you got a better idea?

HOLLY: I just don't want to go.

KIT: What?

KIT: Boy. I had a feeling today was going to be the day... Helicopter.

HOLLY: Yeah.

KIT: He's not coming to take us for a ride, either. Come on, let's make a run for the car.

KIT: You smoke Pall Mall?

HOLLY: Yeah.

HOLLY: You know... they'd probably ask to see your driver's license before they hired you.

KIT: Well. I'm not going to let that stop me.

HOLLY: What?

KIT: Nothing... I was just running off at the mouth... as usual.

HOLLY: I'm sorry. I wasn't listening.

KIT: Never mind. It doesn't matter... If I'm worth a damn, I'll pick the right direction. And if I'm not, well, I don't care. See what I mean?

HOLLY: No.

KIT: Well, I shouldn't expect miracles, should I?

KIT: Well, maybe the slope here is throwing it off some. We ought to find a more flat place.

HOLLY: How about over here?

KIT: Maybe we should've tried to hop it.

HOLLY: It was going too fast.

KIT: I could've pulled the car up on the tracks, slowed it down some.

HOLLY: Yeah, then we'd be stuck here.

KIT: Well, maybe we oughta be stuck here. I'm not saying that I know.

KIT: Everybody loves trout.

HOLLY: I'm serious.

KIT: Why not? I mean, I'm having fun... At least I'm not bitching.

HOLLY: Well, I feel kind of like an animal living out here. I mean, there's no place to bathe and... no place to get anything good to eat.

KIT: Well, I'll catch you a big trout. Soon as we get to the mountains.

HOLLY: That's Montana over there.

KIT: I never been to Montana... Acquaintance of mine has, but I hadn't... Never had any reason to.

HOLLY: "Rumor: Pat Boone is seriously considering giving up his career so he can return to school full-time and complete his education. Fact: Pat has told intimates that so long as things are going well for his career, it's the education that will have to take the back seat."

KIT: I don't blame him.

HOLLY: "Rumor: Frank Sinatra and Rita Hayworth are in love... Fact: True, but not with each other."

HOLLY: I'd like to get out of here.

KIT: Soon as I start the car... and fix my hat.

HOLLY: Don't.

KIT: Anybody ever done that to you before?

HOLLY: No.

KIT: Positive?

HOLLY: Yes.

KIT: Guess there's no way I'll ever know. For sure.

KIT: Hey, why're you always walking ahead of me?

HOLLY: Well, why you always walking behind me?

HOLLY: Later we found out she was deaf and we hadn't even known it.

KIT: Excuse me.

KIT: You tired?

HOLLY: Yeah.

KIT: Yeah, you look tired... Listen, honey. when all this is over, I'm going to sit down and buy you a big, thick steak.

HOLLY: I don't want a steak.

KIT: Well, we'll see about that... Hey, lookie.

HOLLY: What'd you put him in there for?

KIT: Just to keep him out of the sun.

KIT: Think I got 'em?

HOLLY: I don't know.

KIT: Well, I'm not going down there and look.

KIT: Whatcha looking in there for? We can't afford any of that.

HOLLY: Just looking.

HOLLY: Is he upset?

KIT: He didn't say anything to me about it.

KIT: Look at all this junk.

HOLLY: How's he doing?

KIT: I got him in the stomach.

HOLLY: I found a lid. It was laying on the ground over there.

KIT: Put that down. It's dirty.

HOLLY: "The Kon-Tiki in motion was a little different from what it usually was in such conditions. We had become sensitive to changes in the rhythm of the logs. I thought at once of suction from the coast, which was drawing near, and was continually out on the deck and up the mast..."

KIT: He was nervous.

KIT: How you doing?

HOLLY: I'm fine. Kind of tired.

KIT: Yeah, me too.

HOLLY: Suppose the neighbors heard the noise?

KIT: Wouldn't be funny... Listen, I'll be back in a while.

HOLLY: Listen, maybe we ought to tell somebody about this.

KIT: You said that once already... Too late now.

HOLLY: Why?

KIT: They're not going to listen to me. You either. Are you kidding?

HOLLY: Are you sure?

KIT: You don't believe me, see for yourself.

KIT: I came in the front.

HOLLY: How bad off is he?

KIT: I can look and see.

HOLLY: We better call the doctor... Listen. I'll say how it happened, part I saw.

KIT: Well... I don't think that'd work.

HOLLY: Don't call me stupid.

KIT: Okay, but I'm going to keep it for a souvenir...

KIT: You know what I think?

HOLLY: What?

KIT: That we should crunch our hands with this stone. That way we'd never forget what happened today.

HOLLY: But it would hurt.

KIT: Well, that's the point, stupid.

HOLLY: Gosh, what was everybody talking about?

KIT: Don't ask me.

HOLLY: Did it go the way it 'uz supposed to?

KIT: Yeah.

HOLLY: Is that all there is to it?

KIT: Yeah.

KIT: Somebody else is going to get it.

HOLLY: I don't care.

KIT: Kids eat that kind of stuff in Korea.

HOLLY: My stomach's growling.

KIT: There's an old Fudgesicle over there. You want it?

HOLLY: No.

HOLLY: What a nice place.

KIT: Yeah, the tree makes it nice.

HOLLY: And the flowers... Let's not pick them. They're so nice.

KIT: It's your play.

KIT: Can I come around and see you tomorrow?

HOLLY: Okay.

KIT: You're a redhead.

HOLLY: I know.

KIT: Anybody ever call you "Red"?

HOLLY: Yeah, but I don't like it.

KIT: Why not?

HOLLY: Just don't... I've got a headache.

KIT: Yeah?

KIT: You want to go for a ride?

HOLLY: Well, I got homework.

KIT: Bring it along.

KIT: Yeah, well, I'm going to work as a cowboy now... Or thinking about it. It's a routine, like anything. What do you think?

HOLLY: I don't know.

KIT: Hi.

HOLLY: Well, stop the world.

KIT: Quit my job.

HOLLY: Great.

KIT: Just seemed like the right move... Whatcha doing?

HOLLY: Spanish.

KIT: How do you say "Quit my Job" in Spanish?

HOLLY: Something mi trabajo.

HOLLY: Well, I know what my daddy's going to say.

KIT: What?

HOLLY: Can I be honest?

KIT: Sure.

HOLLY: Well, that I shouldn't be seen with anybody that collects garbage.

KIT: He'll say that?

HOLLY: Yeah.

KIT: Now what's he know about garbage, huh?

HOLLY: Nothing.

KIT: There you go.

HOLLY: Well, I mean there's nothing he wants to know about it... I've got to run.

HOLLY: That's my father. I got to run.

KIT: Hey, wait a minute. When am I going to see you again?

HOLLY: You still in school?

KIT: Nah, I got me a job.

HOLLY: Doing what?

KIT: Well, I don't mind getting up early, so I got a job throwing garbage... I'm not in love with the stuff, okay.

KIT: Oh, incidentally, my last name is Carruthers. Sounds a little too much like "druthers", doesn't it?

HOLLY: It's okay.

KIT: Well, nobody asked me what I thought. They just hung it on me.

KIT: Hi, I'm Kit. I'm not keeping you from anything important, am I?

HOLLY: No.

KIT: Well, I was just messing around over there, thought I'd come over and say hello to you. I'll try anything once. What's your name? I said mine.

HOLLY: Holly.

KIT: Listen, Holly, you want to take a walk with me?

HOLLY: What for?

KIT: Well. I got some stuff to say. Guess I'm kind of lucky that way. Most people don't have anything on their minds, do they?

KIT: What's that?

VISITOR: Well, I'd like to leave a message, if that's okay.

KIT: Sure.

KIT: Hi.

VISITOR: Hi... ah, Mister Scarborough here?

KIT: Yeah, but the thing about him, he's down with the flu. He's sick.

VISITOR: Really?

KIT: Yeah. I'd invite you inside, except it's contagious. Don't want to start an epidemic.

VISITOR: No, of course not. It's only that he called last night and asked if I could come by.

KIT: Well, he didn't have it last night.

KIT: You're my friend, aren't you?

RICH MAN: Yes.

KIT: Okay, no monkey business then.

RICH MAN: Yes.

KIT: Listen, ah... We're going to take the Cadillac for a while. How'd that be?

RICH MAN: Fine.

KIT: Don't worry, I won't let her drive.

KIT: Hi, whatcha doing?

RICH MAN: Just thinking.

KIT: Good a way to kill time as any... She okay?

KIT: Good deal... Oh, uh, we're on the run and we'd like to hang out here for a while. Couple of hours, maybe. How'd that be?

RICH MAN: Stay as long as you like.

KIT: Sorry to barge in on you. Anybody else here besides you two?

RICH MAN: No.

KIT: Hi.

RICH MAN: Yes?

KIT: This your place?

RICH MAN: Yes.

KIT: Okay, friend. Start running.

ROUGHNECK: Just gimme a chance.

KIT: Git.

ROUGHNECK: Who are you?

KIT: Name is Carruthers. Believe I shoot people every now and then. Not that I deserve a medal.

KIT: You didn't walk out here.

ROUGHNECK: It's mine all right.

KIT: Well, listen. I'm going to swap you my Cadillac.

KIT: See, we're about out... been driving all night. Actually, I don't even have time to explain it to you.

ROUGHNECK: Well, matter of fact, I don't have any.

KIT: Just a second now. That's your truck. isn't it?

KIT: Morning... Say, you got any gas?

ROUGHNECK: Maybe.

KIT: Well. I'm sorry, sir, but we've got to ask you for it.

KIT: You tossed my hat out the window.

SHERIFF: Wanta sue me?

KIT: No.

KIT: Think I'll take the juice?

SHERIFF: Beats me.

KIT: Hi.

SHERIFF: Hold it right there.

KIT: I could've held off an army if I could've gotten behind a rock in the mountains.