You won't need to arrest me, though, for I'm hitting the trail in fifteen minutes.

But if I wasn't going--and if you had your gun--you couldn't arrest one side of me.

You couldn't arrest one of my old boots! Listen, George! You heard this Chris-gentleman give his reasons for wanting peace?
Yes?
Well, it's oh-so-different here.

I hate peace! I loathe, detest, abhor, and abominate peace! My very soul with strong disgust is stirred--by peace! I'm growing younger every year, I don't own any property here, I'm not going to be married; I ain't feeling pretty well anyhow; and if you don't think I'll shoot, try to get up! Just look as if you thought you wanted to wish to try to make an effort to get up." "How--who----" began Creagan; but Pringle cut him short.
"Ask me no more, sweet! You have no speaking part here.

We'll do the talking.