Quotes from Roy Bean

And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

Gentlemen, I find the law very explicit on murdering your fellow man, but there's nothing here about killing a Chinaman. Case dismissed.

And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

Hang 'em first, try 'em later.

You have been tried by twelve good men and true, not of your peers but as high above you as heaven is of hell, and they have said you are guilty.

You can't tell how good a man or a watermelon is 'til they get thumped.