Quotes By Roy Bean
And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun.
Roy Bean
Gentlemen, I find the law very explicit on murdering your fellow man, but there's nothing here about killing a Chinaman. Case dismissed.
Roy Bean
And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.
Roy Bean