Yancy Derringer (TV Series)

Return to New Orleans (1958)

Jock Mahoney: Yancy Derringer

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• [first lines] 

  Yancy Derringer : With fear and trembling, I'll bet five hundred.

  Harmon Steele : You're very lucky, friend.

  George Slocum : I hope it's... just luck.

  Charles Hunter : My father always warned me about playing with strangers; nevertheless, I'll call that five and raise you five hundred.

  Yancy Derringer : My daddy always said, "Be kind to poor poker players", so I'll just call.

  Charles Hunter : What did your daddy tell about a king-high flush?

  Yancy Derringer : Well, my daddy always said, "Never send a boy on a man's errand."

  [Yancy reveals four aces] 

  Yancy Derringer : Four bullets.

• Yancy Derringer : Gentlemen, you're making it mighty hard to end this game on a friendly note.

  Charles Hunter : You take the money, he pulls the trigger.

  Yancy Derringer : Well, that would be very foolish.

  Charles Hunter : Why?

  Yancy Derringer : Because yon aborigine's about to blow you four ways from Sunday. Yes, and at this range, that scattergun has considerable spread. Both barrels would cut all of you off just about pocket high.

• Yancy Derringer : Well, it may not have been pleasant, but it sure was fun.

  Charles Hunter : I'll see you again.

  Yancy Derringer : Fine, fine...

  [throws Hunter's knife onto the card table] 

  Yancy Derringer : And be sure to bring your apple peeler with you. The name is Derringer, Yancy Derringer.

• Captain Tom : This heathen with you?

  Yancy Derringer : He is not a heathen. He's a fine, clean-cut savage.

  Captain Tom : Well, Mr. Hunter's got a iron-clad rule against carryin' injuns.

  Yancy Derringer : Well, now he's just changed it. If you're afraid he'll take the hair off of some of your passengers, why not invite him up to the wheelhouse with you. Yeah... you need a haircut!

• Amanda Eaton : Yancy!

  Yancy Derringer : Eight years have done nothing but to improve the unimprovable.

• Amanda Eaton : I want to know about where you've been for the last eight years. Now, come on, tell me everything.

  Yancy Derringer : Do you mind if I tell you in a pair of dry britches?

  Amanda Eaton : You may use my cabin to preserve your dignity... if you have any left.

  Yancy Derringer : Do you think I'll be safe in here?

  Amanda Eaton : That's up to you.

• Amanda Eaton : Now I want you to tell me where you've been all this time and what's happened to you.

  Yancy Derringer : All right. I got shot at Cold Harbor, spent a year in a Yankee prison hospital, escaped, the war was over, went out West to strike it rich, didn't, got your telegram.

  Amanda Eaton : The telegram - why, that's it! In John Colton's position, he could have intercepted that telegram.

  Yancy Derringer : That's the second time today I've heard Mr. Colton's name.

  Amanda Eaton : He's the administrator of New Orleans.

  Yancy Derringer : Now what would the Yankee administrator of New Orleans want with a poor old Johnny Reb like me?

  Yancy Derringer : He's out to kill you.

• Harmon Steele : You live in luck - but this time it's all run out.

  Amanda Eaton : Who are you? What do you want?

  Harmon Steele : Get out of the way.

  Yancy Derringer : Now you better do as the gentleman says, Amanda, or you might get hit with the buckshot, too.

  Harmon Steele : Buckshot?

  Yancy Derringer : Friend, do you have a feeling that there's someone behind you?

  Harmon Steele : There's nobody there.

  Yancy Derringer : I'm sure you remember him. He's kind of a big fellow, Pawnee Indian, with a double-barreled shotgun that's right now pointed at the back of your head. Have you ever seen a man that was hit with both barrels? Ah, it's a sad sight. First it knocks him him about ten feet, then they have to mop him up off the deck. It's just awful.

  Harmon Steele : Keep away from me.

  Yancy Derringer : Now don't you go gettin' nervous, 'cause that Indian is nervous enough and that scatter gun's got hair triggers. Now you just better hand over that pistol because in three seconds you're going to lose all your worries.

• Yancy Derringer : Well, I declare - a homecoming party.

  Amanda Eaton : Yancy, th-there's something I didn't tell you.

  Yancy Derringer : Amanda, there have been so many surprises tonight, let me figure this one all by myself.

• Yancy Derringer : This was my home. I was born here and my father before me and my grandfather before him and you turned it into a casino.

• John Colton : If you accepted my military escort, this wouldn't have happened.

  Amanda Eaton : Let me go!

  John Colton : Do you understand now?

  Yancy Derringer : Ah, yes. My lady love here wanted to be a two-time widow without having been a one-time wife.

• Yancy Derringer : Faithful, true-blue Amanda.

  Amanda Eaton : I wish I really were your widow!

• John Colton : Since becoming administrator of this city, I've come across a very astonishing fact. From the highest to the lowest places - particularly the lowest - your name is being spoken with the greatest respect.

  Yancy Derringer : Well, I've been around the track.

  John Colton : I want you to work for me.

  Yancy Derringer : I'm a rebel, Mr. Colton.

  John Colton : Ex-rebel. The war is over, Mr. Derringer, and these are hard times. New Orleans has become a treasure chest. The fortune hunters of the world are here. I want a man who loves this city, loves the South, who'll work without pay, without portfolio, without protection, as my personal agent.

  Yancy Derringer : Sounds like absolutely nothing.

  John Colton : I want an angel, a black angel, who'll be on the inside before something happens, a man who'll do anything for law and order, anything and get away with it, because if that man were ever caught, Mr. Derringer, I might be compelled to hang him.

  Yancy Derringer : Charming proposition.

• Amanda Eaton : Oh, I hate you! You'll pay for this sometime!

  Yancy Derringer : That's the way it goes. The lady wanted to be a widow; now she is.

• John Colton : Where on earth did you find that Indian?

  Yancy Derringer : Oh, Pahoo-Ka-Ta-Wah? You see, he saved my life once. That means he went against fate, therefore he's responsible for my life from now on.

  John Colton : Well, that should keep him pretty busy if you accept my offer.

• Yancy Derringer : What you want is a rake, a rogue, a scoundrel, a gentleman, a smuggler, a gambler and a fool.

  John Colton : Well, Mr. Derringer?

  Yancy Derringer : Well, Mr. Colton, I guess I'm your huckleberry.

• [last lines] 

  John Colton : To the South, Mr. Derringer.

  Yancy Derringer : No, Mr. Colton, to the Union.