Roll, Thunder, Roll! (1949)

Don Reynolds: Little Beaver

Quotes 

• [first lines] 

  Little Beaver : Buckskin! Auntie Duchess! Look-um, there comes Red Ryder!

  [Red races past, dismounts quickly and runs into the marshal's office without tying his horse to the hitching post] 

  Duchess : Now what the Billy Blue Blazes do you think that redheaded nephew of mine's up to this time?

  Buckskin : Well, hot toes in hog water, Duchess, let's go find out!

• [last lines] 

  [Buckskin, while trying to pick up his gun, cracks his head on a heavy desk] 

  Little Beaver : Red Ryder, if Buckskin no have a spoiled head before, he got um one now for sure.

  Buckskin : Aw, shut your mouth.

• Carol Loomis : Red, do you honestly think they'll try to break El Conejo out of jail?

  Red Ryder : I do. Do you, Bill?

  Marshal Bill Faugh : Well, like you say, Red, if someone else has been pulling these raids, they can't very well pull any more and blame El Canejo while he's locked up here.

  Red Ryder : That's how I figure it. If they do try to break him out, and we catch them at it, we not only catch the bunch we're really looking for, but we can also, at the same time, prove El Canejo's innocence.

  Little Beaver : You betchum, Red Ryder got um right idea.

  Red Ryder : Thanks, son, and if I've figured this thing wrong and El Conejo's own men try to get him loose, well, this trap oughta spring on somebody.

• [a small rancher's stock has been stolen and his house and barn burned to the ground] 

  Duchess : Who do you imagine would want them few scrawny cows of Josh's?

  Red Ryder : I wish I knew. The whole thing beats me.

  Marshal Bill Faugh : What do you mean, Red?

  Red Ryder : I mean these two silver conchas I found alongside Culvert's barn - or what used to be his barn.

  Buckskin : Well, dad blame it to Dixie. So he's the one that done it, huh? El Conejo?

  Red Ryder : Well, those silver conchas are El Conejo's trademark, all right, the same kind that have been found at the scene of the last nine raids, but somehow it doesn't ring true.

  Duchess : Doesn't ring true?

  Red Ryder : Mind you, I don't know El Conejo. I've never even seen him, but from all I've heard, what stealing he's done, has been to help the poor, giving back what somebody had originally stolen from them. Bill, El Conejo's a Spanish Californian, isn't he?

  Marshal Bill Faugh : Uh-huh.

  Little Beaver : You ever known him to operate except in Texas?

  Marshal Bill Faugh : No, I guess not. That is before we started finding these conchas around here the past few weeks.

  Red Ryder : Sure, we found the conchas, but they could be planted by somebody else.

  Little Beaver : Red Ryder, who else could lay the conchas?

  Red Ryder : Son, that's our job to find out.