Long live the friendship

Rooster Cogburn: I'm not a sharper. I am an old man sleeping on a rope bed in a room behind the Chinese grocery. I have nothing.

Mattie Ross: You want to be kept in whiskey.

Rooster Cogburn: I don't have to buy that, I confiscate it. I am an officer of the court. Ah, thank you. $100, that's the rate.

Mattie Ross: I shall not niggle. Can we depart this afternoon?

LaBoeuf: I was within three hundred yards of Chelmsford once. The closest I have been. With a Sharp's carbine that is within range, but I was mounted and had the choice of firing off-hand or dismounting to shoot from rest, which would allow Chelmsford to augment the distance. I fired mounted... and fired wide.

Rooster Cogburn: You cannot hit a man three hundred yards if your gun was resting on Gibraltar.

LaBoeuf: The Sharp's carbine is an instrument of uncanny balance and precision.

Rooster Cogburn: I've no doubt that the gun is sound.