High Noon

Moving mighty fast for a Sunday.
- Will'
- All those people...

Amy, people ought to be alone
when they get married.

I know.
I'm gonna try, Amy. I'll do my best.
I will too.
Honeymoon is officially over.
Come on, everybody.

- Don't look so shocked.
- No privacy on his wedding day.

Well, one more ceremony,
and Will's a free man, more or less.

Marshal, turn in your badge.
I hate to do this
without your new marshal being here.

Fuller, Haland I are the entire board
of selectmen in this community.

We're also your very good friends.
With the fine job you've done I feel free
to say, and the judge will bail me out,

this town will be safe 'til tomorrow.
You win. But don't marry a Quaker,
she'll have you running a store.

- I can't picture you doing that, Will
- I can.

So can I, and a good thing, too.
Thank you.
You didn't talk that way
when you wore a star.

All right, it's coming off.
But I gotta to be paid first.

- Let me down!
- Not until you kiss me.

Will, let me down, you fool!
- You should have been a lawyer.
- I was meant to be a storekeeper.