High Noon

I thought you'd grown up by now.
I thought your disposition might've
sweetened up a little down in Abeline.

I guess we're both wrong.
What's so funny?
Did you really think
you could put that over on Kane?

- Why not?
- When are you going to grow up?

- I'm getting tired of that kind of talk.
- Then grow up.

Cut it out!
- All right
- Why should he have gone for it?

He needs me plenty
when Frank Miller gets here.

- That's possible.
- He should've had me made marshal.

- He's just sore. Sore about you and me.
- Is he?

- You told him?
- Sure.

You're a fool.
Why? Didn't you want him to know?
Hey... Who did the walking out anyway,
you or him?

Get out, Harvey.
- I might just do that.
- Then do it!

- You don't mean that.
- Try me.

You're gonna talk different
when Frank gets here.

You might want somebody around,
when you try to explain about Kane.

- I can take care of myself.
- Sure.

I've heard that you might not be so pretty
when he gets through with you.

- I won't be back.
- Good.

Come in.
- I just saw Harvey. Is everything allright?
- I think I have to talk with Mr Weaver.