KERRY (Errol Flynn) : "Well... you're the only one that could've done it."
Boo-ya! Good one, Errol!
I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the clippity-clop, maybe it's the Texas in me, but I love that moment in westerns - especially westerns with a romantic bent - where one person on a horse trots up to another person on a horse and the pair starts having a conversation.
I didn't think Virginia City was so great. The end is overtly rah-rah goofy, and Humphrey Bogart as a Mexican with a pencil mustache was kind of disturbing, but I went old-Hollywood weak in the knees when Miriam Hopkins tried to apologize to Errol Flynn after reluctantly setting him up... and then he lays that sucker punch on her (while handcuffed, no less)!
I guess it was also kind of interesting to have a love story where the woman is torn between a Yankee and a Confederate. Think about that PRO/CON checklist when she sits down with her girlfriends, over skillet coffee and hard biscuits, to sort out which man is the better catch.