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Keeper: Is that the man?
　　Mattie Ross: That is my father.
　　
　　Keeper: If you would like to kiss him, It would be all right.
　　
　　Yarnell: He’s gone to heaven. Praise the Lord.
　　
　　Mattie Ross: Why is it so much?
　　
　　Keeper: The quality of the casket. And of the embalming. The life like appearance requires time and art. And the chemicals go dear, particulars are nubbin. If you’d like to kiss him, It would be all right.
　　
　　Mattie Ross: Thank you, the spirit does flow. Your wire said fifty dollars.
　　
　　Keeper: You did not specify that he was to be shipped.
　　
　　Mattie Ross: Well sixty dollars is every cent we have. That leaves nothing for our board. Yarnell you proceed for the body to be transport at the train station, and complete home. I’ll sleep here tonight. I want to collect father’s receipts and see to other business.
　　
　　Yarnell: Your mama didn’t say nothing about you settling no business here.
　　
　　Mattie Ross: It’s business mama didn’t know about. It’s all right Yarnell, I dismiss you.
　　
　　Yarnell: I am not sure.
　　
　　Mattie Ross: Tell mama not to sign anything until I return home and see that Papa is buried in his Mason’s apron. Your terms are agreeable, if I might pass the night here.
　　
　　Keeper: Here, among these people?
　　
　　Mattie: These people?
　　
　　Keeper: I’m expecting three more souls. Sutherland, Smith, and His-tongue-in-the-rain.
　　
　　Prisioner: Take it easy gentlemen, you were aware. And train up your children the way that they should go. You see what has become of me. Because of drink. I killed a man. In a triffiling quarrel over a pocket knife. If I had received this instruction as a child…
　　
　　Mattie Ross: Could you point out the sheriff?
　　
　　Woman: Him with the moustaches.
　　
　　Prisoner: I would be with my wife and children today. I do not know what is to become of them. But I hope and pray that she will not slight them and compel them to go into low company.
　　
　　Prisoner B: Well. I killed the wrong man, as the which why I’m here. Had I killed the man I meant to. I don’t believed I’d a been convicted. I see men out there in that crowd, that’s worse than me. Okay.
　　
　　Prisoner C: Before I hang, I would like to say. (Chanting in Indian tongue)
　　
　　Sheriff: Naw, we ain’t arrested him. They caught up to him, but he lit out to the territory. I would think that he throwed in to Lucky Ned Pepper, who’s gang robbed him. Mail house yesterday at the Rotel river.
　　
　　Mattie Ross: Well, why are you not looking for him?
　　
　　Sheriff: I ain’t no authority in the Indian Nation. Tom Chaney is the business of the U.S Marshall now.
　　
　　Mattie Ross: When will they arrest him?
　　
　　Sheriff: Not soon, I’m afraid, the Marshall are not well staffed. And I’ll tell you, frankly, Chaney is at the end of a long list of fugitives and malefactors.
　　
　　Mattie Ross: Could I hire a Marshall to pursue Tom Chaney?
　　
　　Sheriff: You have a lot of experience with bounty hunters, do you?
　　
　　Mattie Ross: That is a silly question. I am here to settle my father’s affairs.
　　
　　Sheriff: All alone.
　　
　　Mattie Ross: I am the person for it. Mama was never any good at sums. And she could hardly spell ‘cat’. I intend to see Papa’s killer hang.
　　
　　Sheriff: Well, nothing prevents you from offering a reward and so informing the Marshall. I’d pay real money though, to be persuasive. Chaney’s across the river, in Choctaw nation.
　　
　　Mattie Ross: I will see to the money. Who’s the best Marshall?
　　
　　Sheriff: I’d have to weigh that. William Waters, is the best tracker. He’s half Comanche, and it is something to see him cut the sun. Rooster Cogburn The meanest, is Rooster Cogburn. He is a pitiless man. Double tough. Fear don’t enter into his thinking. Hmm, lots of pulled cork. The best is probably, L.T. Quinn. He brings his prisoners in alive. Now he may let one slip out. Now and again, but he believes that even the worst of men, is entitled to a fair share.
　　
　　Mattie Ross: Rooster？ Where can I find this, Rooster?