Hold it Pilgrim.

Tom Doniphon: [Valance has tripped Rance in the diner, causing him to spill a tray of food] That's *my* steak, Valance. 
Liberty Valance: [laughing] You heard him, Dude. Pick it up. 
Ransom Stoddard: No! 
Tom Doniphon: Pilgrim, hold it. I said you, Valance; *you* pick it up. 
Liberty Valance: Three against one, Doniphon. 
Tom Doniphon: My boy, Pompey; kitchen door. 
[Valance looks and sees Pompey at the door holding a rifle] 
Floyd: I'll get it, Liberty! 
[Doniphon kicks Floyd in the face as he bends down to retrieve the tray]

“That's *my* steak, Valance.”

“You heard him, Dude. Pick it up.

“No!”

“Pilgrim, hold it. I said you, Valance; *you* pick it up.”

“Three against one, Doniphon.”

“My boy, Pompey; kitchen door.”

“I'll get it, Liberty!”

[Doniphon kicks Floyd in the face as he bends down to retrieve the tray]

“It pay’s to own and not to rent. You should take a lesson Valance.”

“I’m gonna sue you.”

“Shut up pilgrim. There are men talking here.”

“Make your play or walk Valance.”

“I guess we will be walking Doniphon. But this ain’t over.”

“Looks over to me.”