Jessie: “So, yes or no?”

Frank: “Not a chance. Jessie, you could be the Queen of Sheba with a rose in your teeth. You could be velvet-skin Annie out of a ‘frisco hook shop, the answer’d still be no. I’ve been working since I was 10 years old, Jessie, cleaning spittoons at a dime a day. It’s now 30 years later and all I can see out the window here is a dirt road going nowhere. The only thing that changes the view is the spotted dog lifting his leg against the wall over there. Saturday nights I haul in the town drunks. I get their 25 cent dinners and their rotgut liquors heaved up over the front of my one good shirt. I wear 3 pounds of iron strapped to my leg. That makes me fair game for any punk cowboy who’s had one too many. No, Jess. I don’t need a wife, I need out.”

-Cameron Mitchell, Hombre