Conway Twill

I guess the best advice just not to take any damn advice.

Course, ya can't put much stock in a man who spends the most part of a conversation... talkin' to a bear.

— Last night, my youngest son, Charlie... God bless his soul... was gunned down in cold blood right here in our own hotel. The gutless murderer, one Mr. Bill Blake, also shot to death Miss Thel Russel, the fiancee of my beloved son. Not only that, but he stole a very spirited and valuable horse, a beautiful young pinto that belonged to my personal family stable.
— Hell, only, a pinto ain't rightly a horse to fret much about, if the truth be told.