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Mordecai: I'm almost done here. … I never did know your name...

The Stranger: Yeah, you do. … See ya.

Mordecai: Yes, sir captain!

Sarah Belding: [[afraid; [dangerous] Be careful. You're a man who makes people ], and that's ].

The Stranger: Well, it's what people know about themselves inside that makes em afraid.

Preacher: See here, you can't turn all these people out into the night. It is inhuman, brother. Inhuman!

The Stranger: I'm not your brother.

Preacher: [[God] We are all brothers in the eyes of ].

The Stranger: All these people, are they your sisters and brothers?

Preacher: They most certainly are.

The Stranger: Then you won't mind if they come over and stay at your place, will ya?

Lutie Naylor: [the stranger has bought a round for the house] Let's see, one round for the house plus the smoke; that comes to about eight dollars and fifty cents.

Sheriff Dan Shaw: [chuckling] There's no charge Lutie; you were at the meeting, anything he wants.

Lutie Naylor: I didn't know that mean free whiskey!

Sheriff Dan Shaw: Everybody's got to put something in the kitty.

The Stranger: [Reaches over a takes off Shaw's badge and pins it on Mordecai] Bout time this town had a new sheriff.

Mordacai: I'm the new sheriff! … I'm the new sheriff!

Mayor Jason Hobart: [laughing] I'm sorry, Dan; but you should have seen the look on your face when he took off your badge and pinned it on the runt.

Mordacai: I'm not a runt anymore; I'm the new sheriff!

The Stranger: [reaches over and takes off the mayor's hat and puts it on Mordecai] And the mayor. Any objections?

Mayor Jason Hobart: Uh, no.

Sheriff Dan Shaw: Well, I been needin to talk with you; now's as good a time as any.

The Stranger: What about?

Sheriff Dan Shaw: Billy Borders.

The Stranger: Don't know the man.

Sheriff Dan Shaw: Well, you missed your chance — you shot him yesterday.

Mordecai: [[name] What did you say your ] was again?

The Stranger: I didn't.

Mordecai: No. I guess you didn't at that, did you?

Billy Borders: Flea-bitten range bums don't usually stop in Lago. Life here's a little too quick for them. Maybe you think you're fast enough to keep up with us, huh?

The Stranger: [suddenly grabbing his bottle of whiskey, startling everyone] A lot faster than you'll ever live to be.

The Stranger: [[door; [dogs; [home] Somebody left the ] open and the wrong ] came ].

Lightfoot: You know... you know somethin'? I don't think of us as criminals, you know? I feel we accomplished something. A good job. I feel proud of myself, man. I feel like a hero.

Thunderbolt: Are you all right, kid? You don't look too well.

Lightfoot: I believe you're right.

Thunderbolt: Lightfoot!

Thunderbolt: In small-town banks, they leave the telephone off the hook in the vault at night so the local operator can listen in.

Lightfoot: People walk into these banks with paper sacks, fill em with money and walk out. Anybody can do it.

Thunderbolt: Bullshit. The newest bank vaults have walls of reinforced concrete five feet thick, backed by six inches of steel. The vault door is stainless steel-faced. It's an inch and a half of cast steel, another 12 inches of burn-resisting steel, and another inch and a half of open-hearthed steel... A vault door has 20 bolts, each an inch in diameter. Eight on each side, two top and two bottom. This holds the door into a 16-inch steel jamb set in 18 inches of concrete. It's crosshatched by steel bars running both vertical and horizontal. This door is precision-made so you can't pour nitro between the door and the vault. If that isn't enough, there's microphones, electric eyes, pressure-sensitive mats, vibration detectors, tear gas, and even thermostats that detect the slightest rise in temperature. Still interested in banks?

Lightfoot: I knew you weren't a preacher!

Lightfoot: Thunderbolt! Thunderbolt and Lightfoot. That sounds like somethin'.

Thunderbolt: You're forgetting I'm a lot older than you.

Lightfoot: There are plenty of guys twice my age who don't know their ass from a hole in the ground.

Thunderbolt: I won't fault you there.

Red: Does he know everything?

Thunderbolt: No.

Lightfoot: Yes.

Thunderbolt: What's your name, boy?

Lightfoot: Lightfoot.

Thunderbolt: You Indian?

Lightfoot: Nope. Just American.

Thunderbolt: I don't wish to be forward, but we'd like to exchange cars with you. So the faster you get out, the better it'll be for your ass.

Walt Kowalski: Relax, zipperhead. I'm not gonna shoot you. I'd look down too, if I was you. You know, I knew you were a dipshit the first time I ever saw you, but I never thought you were worse with women than you are at stealing cars... Toad.

Thao Vang Lor: Thao.

Walt Kowalski: What?

Thao Vang Lor: It's not Toad, it's Thao. My name is Thao.

Walt Kowalski: Yeah, well you're blowing it with that girl who was there. Not that I give two shits about a toad like you.

Thao Vang Lor: You don't know what you are talking about.

Walt Kowalski: You're wrong, eggroll, I know exactly what I'm talking about. I may not be the most pleasant person to be around, but I got the best woman who was ever on this planet to marry me. I worked at it. It was the best thing ever happened to me, hands down. But you, you know, you're letting Click-Clack, Ding-Dong and Charlie Chan just walk out with Miss "What's her face." She likes you, you know? Though I don't know why.

Thao Vang Lor: Who?

Walt Kowalski: Yum Yum. You know, the girl in the purple sweater. She's been looking at you all day, stupid!

Thao Vang Lor: You mean Youa?

Walt Kowalski: Yeah... Yum Yum... yeah... nice girl... nice girl, very charming girl... I talked with her... yeah. But you, you just let her walk out right out with the Three Stooges. And you know why? Cause you're a big fat pussy. Well, I gotta go. Good day, pusscake.

Walt Kowalski: [about Thao] I don't care about him.

Sue Lor: You hang out with him, you teach him to fix things, you saved him from that fucked cousin of ours.

Walt Kowalski: Watch your language, lady.

Sue Lor: And you're a better man to him than our own father was. You're a good man.

Walt Kowalski: I'm not a good man. Get me another beer, Dragon Lady. This one's empty.

Thao Vang Lor: [Walt's smoking] You should quit. Those things are bad for you.

Walt Kowalski: Yeah? So's being in a gang, dipshit.

Walt Kowalski: What the hell is this?

Gangster: Get up.

Walt Kowalski: Get off my lawn.

Smokie: Listen old man you don't wanna fuck with me.

Walt Kowalski: Did you hear me? I said get off my lawn now.

Smokie: Are you fucking crazy? Go back in the house.

Walt Kowalski: Yeah? I blow a hole in your face and then I go in the house... and I sleep like a baby. You can count on that. We used to stack fucks like you five feet high in Korea... use you for sandbags.

Walt Kowalski: [picked up Sue from a confrontation from a gang of young black males and giving her a ride home''] What's the matter with you? You trying to get yourself killed? I thought you Asian girls were supposed to be smart. Hangin around places like that's an easy way to get you into the obituaries!

Sue Lor: I know, I know! Take it easy.

Walt Kowalski: And who was that goofball you were with, is he a date or something?

Sue Lor: Yeah...well, kind of. His name is Trey.

Walt Kowalski: Well, you shouldn't be hangin out with him! You should be hangin out with your own people, with all the other Humongs!

Sue Lor: [[w:Hmong American|Hmong] You mean "]?" No no, it's not "Humong," it's "Hmong.

Walt Kowalski: Whatever.

Barber Martin: There. You finally look like a human being again. You shouldn't wait so long between haircuts, you cheap son of a bitch.

Walt Kowalski: Yeah. I'm surprised you're still around. I was always hoping you'd die off and they'd get someone in here that knew what the hell they were doing. Instead, you just keep hanging around like the doo-wop dago you are.

Barber Martin: That'll be ten bucks, Walt.

Walt Kowalski: Ten bucks? Jesus Christ. What are you, half Jew or somethin'? You keep raising the prices all the time.

Barber Martin: It's been ten bucks for the last five years, you hard-nosed Polack son of a bitch.

Walt Kowalski: Yeah, well keep the change.

Barber Martin: See you in three weeks, prick.

Walt Kowalski: Not if I see you first, dipshit.

Duke: The fuck you lookin at old man?

Walt Kowalski: Ever notice how you come across somebody once in a while you shouldn't have fucked with? (spits on the ground) That's me.

Walt Kowalski: What are all you fish heads looking at anyway?

Walt Kowalski: (While holding a gangster he had just badly beaten at gunpoint) Alright, here's the deal: You stay away from Thao, understand? You tell your friends to stay away from Thao. And if they don't listen to you, you tell em you don't wanna see them anymore. That's it. Got it? (The gangster doesn't respond) I'll take that as a yes, cause if I have to come back here, it's gonna get fucking ugly.

Walt Kowalski: God, I've got more in common with these gooks than I do with my own spoiled-rotten family. Jesus. Happy birthday.

Walt Kowalski: [aiming his M1 Garand rifle] Get up. Get off my lawn!

Walt Kowalski: Oh, I've got one. A Mexican, a Jew, and a colored guy walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, "Get the fuck out of here.

Walt Kowalski: How many swamp rats can you fit in one room?

Lone Watie: Guess we ain't going to see that little Navajo girl again.

Josey Wales: Nah, I guess not. I kinda liked her, but then it's always like that.

Lone Watie: Like what?

Josey Wales: Whenever I get to likin someone, they ain't around long.

Lone Watie: I notice when you get to Dislikin someone they ain't around for long neither.

Josey Wales: You be Ten Bears?

Ten Bears: I am Ten Bears.

Josey Wales: I'm Josey Wales.

Ten Bears: I have heard. You are the Grey Rider. You would not make peace with the Bluecoats. You may go in peace.

Josey Wales: I reckon not. Got no place else to go

Ten Bears: Then you will die.

Josey Wales: I came here to die with you. Or live with you. Dying ain't so hard for men like you and me. It's living that's hard when all you've ever cared about has been butchered or raped. Governments don't live together--people live together. With governments, you don't always get a fair word or a fair fight. Well, I've come here to give you either one or get either one from you. I came here like this so you'll know my word of death is true, and my word of life is then true. The bear lives here, the wolf, the antelope, the Comanche. And so will we. Now we'll only hunt what we need to live on, same as the Comanche does. And every spring, when the grass turns green, and the Comanche moves north, you can rest here in peace, butcher some of our cattle, and jerk beef for the journey. The sign of the Comanche, that will be on our lodge. That's my word of life.

Ten Bears: And your word of death?

Josey Wales: It's here in my pistols and there in your rifles. I'm here for either one.

Ten Bears: These things you say we will have, we already have.

Josey Wales: That's true. I ain't promising you nothing extra. I'm just giving you life and you're giving me life. And I'm saying that men can live together without butchering one another.

Ten Bears: [Draws his knife and cuts his palm. Josey cuts his as well and they grasp hands, becoming blood brothers] It's sad that governments are chiefed by the double tongues. There is iron in your words of death for all Comanche to see, and so there is iron in your words of life. No signed paper can hold the iron. It must come from men. The words of Ten Bears carries the same iron of life and death. It is good that warriors such as we meet in the struggle of life... or death. It shall be life. So will it be.

Josey Wales: I reckon so.

First Bounty Hunter: You're wanted, Wales.

Josey Wales: Reckon I'm right popular. You a bounty hunter?

First Bounty Hunter: A man's got to do something for a living these days.

Josey Wales: Dyin ain't much of a living, boy.

Jamie: Whupped em again, didn't we Josey?

Josey Wales: I reckon so.

Josey Wales: Sometimes, trouble just follows a man.

Josey Wales: Are you gonna pull those pistols or whistle Dixie'?

Josey Wales: [while aiming his scoped rifle at a ferry rope] Well, Mr. Carpetbagger we've got something in this territory called the Missouri boat ride.

Josey Wales: Now remember, when things look bad and it looks like you're not gonna make it, then you gotta get mean. I mean plumb, mad-dog mean. Cause if you lose your head and you give up then you neither live nor win. That's just the way it is.

Josey Wales: There ain't no forgettin'.

Josey Wales: Hell with them fellas. Buzzards gotta eat, same as worms.

Josey Wales: [to bounty hunter] Dyin ain't much of a livin', boy.

Joe: [packing up] Mmh. Well, guess your government will be glad to see that gold back.

Silvanito: And you? You don't want to be here when they get it, eh?

Joe: [saddling up; rides off] You mean the Mexican government on one side? Maybe the Americans on the other side? And me right smack in the middle? Uhn-hn. Too dangerous. So long.

Silvanito: Adios.

Father: How may we thank you for what you are doing?

Joe: Don't try. Just get goin before the Rojos get here.

Marisol: Why do you do this for us?

Joe: Why? I knew someone like you once. There was no one there to help. Now get movin'. Get movin'! Get out of here!

Don Miguel Rojo: That's the right idea? You didn't misunderstand?

Joe: I get the wrong idea only when it suits me.

Don Miguel Rojo: Ramon!

Ramon Rojo: What is it?

Don Miguel Rojo: The soldiers, the ones who were escorting the gold, two of those soldiers got away. They are hiding out in the cemetery; the Baxters, they're about to capture them.

Ramon Rojo: [to Joe] Rubio! Get the men! You are well informed, eh?

Joe: A man's life in these parts often depends on a mere scrap of information. Your brother's own words.

Ramon Rojo: Tell me. Why are you doing this for us?

Joe: [holds out his hand with a response that is almost a question] Five hundred dollars.

Joe: Baxters over there, Rojos there, and me right in the middle.

Silvanito: Where you do what?

Joe: Crazy bell-ringer was right. There's money to be made in a place like this.

Silvanito: If you are thinking what I suspect, I tell you, don't try it!

Joe: Which of the two is stronger?

Silvanito: Which of them is stronger? Well...the Rojos. Especially Ramon.

Esteban Rojo: I'm Esteban Rojo, my brother asked me to...what are you doing?

Joe: Moving.

Esteban Rojo: Don't you know all our men sleep here with us?

Joe: Well, that's all very cozy, but I don't find you men all that appealing. Besides, your brother said he didn't have any need for me anymore right now.

Joe: Every town has a boss.

Silvanito: That's true, but when there are two around, I'd say there is one too many!

Frank Horrigan: I'll bet you that brown pigeon down there flies off before the white one.

Lilly Raines: How do you know?

Frank Horrigan: I know things about pigeons, Lilly.

Frank Horrigan: Take my hand. If you don't, you'll die.

Mitch Leary: You want to save me, Frank?

Frank Horrigan: To be completely fair and honest with you, no. But it's my job.

Mitch Leary: Do you believe in the nobility of suicide?

Frank Horrigan: No. But if you wanna blow your goddamn head off, go ahead, be my guest.

Mitch Leary: Nicely put, except I don't want to leave this miserable world alone.

Lilly Raines: West tower, do you have a shot?

Sniper: Negative, too dark. Target unclear.

Leary: It's better to die with a friend, don't you think Frank?

Horrigan: A friend? You're a damn killer, you sick bastard.

Leary: Don't talk to me like that! I saved your life. You owe me.

Horrigan: I don't owe you shit.

Leary: I was always honest and fair with you.

Horrigan: [the other agents hear him on the ground floor] Go ahead and shoot. Go ahead.

Agent Chavez: [to people reacting at the audio] It's Frank. Quiet! Quiet!

Horrigan: Come on, dammit.

Raines: Frank are you talking to me?

Horrigan: [trying to keep talking to Leary] Well, what are you waiting for?

Leary: [aims pistol as Horrigan moves back] What am I waiting for? I'm waiting for you to show me some goddamn gratitude. Without me, you'd still just be another sad-eyed, piano-playing drunk. I brought you into this game. I let you keep up with me. I made you a goddamn hero today.

Horrigan: You didn't make me anything.

Leary: I redeemed your pathetic, shitty life.

Horrigan: I just did my job. You're the one with the fucking pathetic life. Go ahead and shoot, dammit.

Raines: They can't see inside. If they fire, you'll be hit.

Leary: I want you to thank me first, Frank.

Horrigan: Shut up and shoot.

Raines: All right, Frank.

Leary: [kneels to him] All right, Frank.

Raines: Shooters, standby to fire. Wait for my command.

Leary: Sleep well, my friend.

Horrigan: Just one thing: Aim high.

Leary: What?

Raines: Aim high.

Horrigan: NOW!

Raines: Fire!

Leary: [finally sees that Horrigan was on the radio the whole time; snipers shoot] You bastard!

White House Chief of Staff Harry Sargent: The president came off looking like a coward on national television.

Frank Horrigan: I thought he came off all right. You're the one that came off looking like a damn coward.

Sargent: This is a just a joke to you?

Horrigan: No, you're a joke to me, Harry! You have no idea what we do around here!

Bill Watts: That's enough, Horrigan!

Sargent: You call me Harry one more time, you'll be busting counterfeiters in Alaska! You keep him away from the president, away from the White House, and you sure as hell better keep him away from me!

Watts: Don't talk to the White House Chief of Staff like that.

Horrigan: I don't work for him.

Watts: No, you work for me. At least you did. You're off my detail.

Frank Horrigan: I want you to give yourself up.

Mitch Leary: So I can live a long and fruitful life?

Horrigan: We can work something out.

Leary: Fuck you. Don't fucking lie to me. I have a rendezvous with death, and so does the President, and so do you if you get too close.

Horrigan: You have a rendezvous with my ass, motherfucker!

Leary: Frank. Do you know how easily I could kill you, Frank? Do you know how many times I've watched you go in and out of that apartment? You're alive because I have allowed you to live. So you show me some goddamn respect!

Mitch Leary: Frank, you of all people, I want you to understand because we both USED to think this country was a very special place...

Frank Horrigan: You don't know what I used to think!

Leary: Oh, but you know about me? Do you have any idea what I've done for God and country? Some pretty FUCKING HORRIBLE things! I don't even remember who I was before they sunk their claws into me!

Horrigan: They made you into a real monster, right?

Leary: That's right and now they want to destroy me because we can't have monsters roaming the quiet countryside, now can we?

Horrigan: What do you see when you're in the dark, and the demons come?

Leary: I see you, Frank. I see you standing over the grave of another dead president.

Horrigan: That's not going to happen. I'm onto you.

Leary: Forget it, Frank. I am willing to trade my life for his. I am smart, and I am willing, and that is all it takes. That president is coming home from California in a box.

Horrigan: Where in California?

Leary: Uh, the address? Come on, Frank. I'll keep you in the game, but I'm not going to throw it for you.

Mitch Leary: [on phone] Frank?

Frank Horrigan: Yeah?

Leary: Frank Horrigan, the Secret Service agent?

Horrigan: Yeah, what'd I win?

Leary: My God, that really was you in my apartment this afternoon!

Horrigan: [turns off stereo] McCrawley?

Leary: [[w:John Wilkes Booth|Booth] Why not call me ]?

Horrigan: [[w:Lee Harvey Oswald|Oswald] Why not ]?

Leary: [[Abraham Lincoln|Lincoln] Because Booth had flair, panache - a leap to the stage after he shot ].

Frank Horrigan: [[w:Assassination of John F. Kennedy|Dallas] For years, I've been listening to all these idiots on barstools with all their pet theories on ]. How it was the Cubans, or the C.I.A., or the white supremacists, or the Mob. Whether there was one weapon, or whether there was five. None of that's meant too much to me. But Leary, he questioned whether I had the guts to take that fatal bullet. God, that was a beautiful day. The sun was out, been raining all morning, the air was... First shot, sounded like a firecracker. I looked over, I saw him, I could tell he was hit. I don't know why I didn't react. I should have reacted. I should have been running flat out. I just couldn't believe it. If only I'd reacted, I could have taken that shot. And that would have been alright with me.

Frank Horrigan: [at the Lincoln Memorial; [Abraham Lincoln|Abe; [w:Assassination of Abraham Lincoln|Wish I could have been there for you, pal] Well, ]? ...Damn. ].

Manco: [counting reward sums of outlaws he has just killed; Groggy comes from behind, Manco turns and shoots him dead] Ten thousand... twelve thousand... fifteen... sixteen... seventeen... twenty-two. Twenty-two? ...Twenty-seven.

Manco: No old man. Thought I was having trouble with my adding, it's all right now.

Col. Mortimer: My boy, you've become rich.

Manco: You mean we've become rich, old man.

Col. Mortimer: No, it's all yours. I think you deserve it.

Manco: What about our partnership?

Col. Mortimer: [smiles] Maybe next time.

Manco: You mind telling me how you got here?

Col. Mortimer: I just reasoned it out. I figured you'd tell Indio to do just exactly the opposite of what we agreed, and he's suspicious enough to figure out something else. Since El Paso was out of the question, well, here I am!

Manco: Which way we headed?

El Indio: North.

Manco: North? Along Rio Bravo Canyon?

El Indio: Why not?

Manco: Seems like a pretty good place for an ambush to me.

El Indio: You know a better way to go?

Manco: Yeah, south.

El Indio: Hm... ride to the border?

Sheriff: [Hands Manco the reward money for Red Cavanaugh] Two thousand dollars. It's a lot of money. Takes me three years to earn it!

Manco: [[sheriff] Tell me, isn't the ] supposed to be courageous, loyal, and above all, honest?

Sheriff: Yeah. That he is.

Manco: [Pulls off sheriff's star and tosses it to the townspeople] I think you people need a new sheriff.

Manco: Why this hotel and not some other?

Fernando: You probably wouldn't that other place as much, signor. At that place you'd stay up half the night shooting cockroaches. At this hotel, the rooms will cost you so much less. And there's a landlady at this one, signor!

Manco: Married?

Fernando: Yes, but she doesn't care!

Manco: [Examining Mortimer's gun] How can somebody in my business go around with a contraption like this?

Col. Mortimer: That contraption almost sent you to your grave.

Fernando: [Points] That's the bank! As soon as I get some money, I'll put it in.

Manco: But you're gonna have to earn it first.

Manco: Tell me, Colonel... Were you ever young?

Col. Mortimer: Yup. And just as reckless as you. Then one day, something happened. It made life very precious to me.

Manco: What's that? Or is the question indiscreet?

Col. Mortimer: No. The question isn't indiscreet. But the answer could be.

Red: I didn't hear what the bet was.

Manco: Your life.

Col. Mortimer: One from the outside one from the inside. There's no other way. One of us will have to join Indio's gang.

Manco: Why did you look at me when you said one of us?

Col. Mortimer: Because they don't know you. Wild sees me and the sun will catch on fire.

Manco: Tell me Colonel. How do you propose that I join up with Indio? Maybe bring him a bunch of roses.

Col. Mortimer: [discussing strategy to defeat Indio] When two hunters go after the same prey, they usually end up shooting each other in the back. And we don't want to shoot each other in the back.

Manco: [amused] And the Colonel dies...

Old Prophet: I don't know him, I don't know him, I don't know him!

Manco: Come on now, you know everybody.

Old Prophet: [Lifts his head from under the covers; Mocks a train's wheels moving; Spits; Grins and chuckles; laughs crazily as a train shoots by] Don't know anybody anymore! I'm dead! Understand? Well, there was a time when I knew everybody. That was a long time ago, when all this was prairie. But lately everybody's in a hurry, with your damned good-for-nothing trains! Two two two three! Disgusting! One day someone from the railroad comes here to see me and he says, Prophet, the railway's gonna go right past your house. Ah, is that so? I said. Mm-hm, yup that's right he says, All those trains gonna go right past here, and the best thing for you, Prophet, is to sell your land to the company or else we'll buy Baker's. He lives next to your place, and I'll put the tracks there, and that'll make you go crazy. What do you say, will you sell out to our company, Prophet? "Oh, is that so? says I. He was very anxious for me to sell out. You know what I told him about the railroad? You know what I told him he could do with his railroad? You know what my decision about selling was?

Manco: Well, you said no.

Old Prophet: You're right about that! No to him and his damn trains! I wouldn't, no!

Manco: Look, listen to me, you old man! You're supposed to be a prophet, and I didn't come here to listen to you rattle on about trains! I want to find out about this man, it's obvious you don't know anything.

Old Prophet: [Angry] No need to be insulting! If that's all you came here to do, you can clear out of my house fast, before I lose my temper, understand?

Old Prophet: Hey! Where you going, hm?

Manco: [Turns around and smirks] I guess I better leave before you go and lose your temper!

Frankie Dunn: You forgot the rule. Now, what is the rule?

Maggie Fitzgerald: Keep my left up?

Frankie: Is to protect yourself at all times. Now, what is the rule?

Maggie: Protect myself at all times.

Frankie: Good. Good.

Frankie Dunn: Girlie, tough ain't enough.

Frankie Dunn: I want you to jab, right in the tits, until they turn blue and fall off.

Luther Whitney: [about the night when Christy was killed] A lot of crap is coming down tonight, sir. Do you want to be a player, or not? Do you want to know what happened that night, or don't you? Because I was there.

Walter Sullivan: I want to know.

Luther Whitney: Do you think you can, stand hearing about it, how he beat her, tried to strangle her, you want to really know about that?

Walter Sullivan: I could walk through the fire.

Luther Whitney: Well, I was in the vault when they came in, they were drunk. He started knocking her around, but she fought back, then he started getting really rough, she tried to defend herself, while he started screaming, like the sniveling SIMP HE IS.

Walter Sullivan: Who else was in my house?

Luther Whitney: The Secret Service, they're the ones who shot her.

Walter Sullivan: Nonsense!

Luther Whitney: And Gloria Russell she handled the cover up.

Walter Sullivan: STOP THIS!

Luther Whitney: Don't you want to know who it was?

Walter Sullivan: IT WAS YOU!

Luther Whitney: Oh come on Mr. Sullivan, we're too old to bullshit each other.

Walter Sullivan: WHO WAS IT THEN?

Luther Whitney: [Mr. Sullivan nods his head] You know? Don't shake your head at me. When you're alone at night, and your rage takes over and you want to avenge her. What face do you put with your enemy?

Walter Sullivan: Are you taking your shortcut, Tommy?

Luther Whitney: I'm your substitute drive tonight, Mr. Sullivan. Oh don't worry about Tommy; he's just fine.

Walter Sullivan: It's very unusual. What do I call you?

Luther Whitney: Luther, sir.

Walter Sullivan: Are you familiar with to get to my townhouse, Luther?

Luther Whitney: Oh yes, sir I know where all your houses are. I'm the man who robbed you. And you're the man who tried to kill me.

Walter Sullivan: I'm sorry I've missed. I believe in the Old Testament, sir. There's nothing wrong for an eye for an eye for when a terrible deed has been done. A deed such as yours.

Luther Whitney: Which you'd like to believe, wouldn't ya? That'd be simple for you to believe that. What do you think that I have to gain by being here?

Walter Sullivan: I have no idea. Are you going to rob me again?

Luther Whitney: Oh I don't need your money, Mr. Sullivan. Now did you check your vault lately? I put everything back.

Walter Sullivan: I'm afraid we're a little late for an attempt at leniency.

Luther Whitney: Dr. Kevorkian, I presume? My guess is this is right in your carotid artery about now. You're gonna get a little woozy. But if I give you the rest of this, it's gonna fry your brain down to the size of a peanut! Drop that.

Tim Collin: [whispering] Luther, he's my president, right or wrong.

Luther Whitney: Well, he made a mistake. *You* made a mistake. When you went after my little girl, that was entirely unacceptable.

Tim Collin: [pleading weakly] Mercy.

Luther Whitney: I'm fresh out.

Kate Whitney: [starts waking up in hospital bed] Daddy?

Luther Whitney: [softly] Go to sleep, darling.

Kate Whitney: Why'd you come?

Luther Whitney: I couldn't have my daughter thinking I was a murderer.

Kate Whitney: No, I mean why did you come to the restaurant this afternoon? You must have suspected something, or else you wouldn't have been prepared.

Luther Whitney: My daughter wanted to see me.

Kate Whitney: But then you go to the police. That's what innocent people do. They go to the police.

Luther Whitney: Sure. And that young man who was just here, he'd believe me over the President, wouldn't he?

Kate Whitney: Well, why should I believe you?

Luther Whitney: Because I swear to you, Kate. I swear to you on Mattie's grave. Yeah, that's right. Your mother's grave, I'd kill myself before I lied about that.

Kate Whitney: Oh Jesus, Luther.

Luther Whitney: Yeah, I know.

Luther Whitney: Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.

Luther Whitney: I've got to go have my pacemaker checked, it has been so exciting talking to you.

Angel Eyes: [''Blondie does nothing''] Two can dig a lot quicker than one. Dig. You're not digging?

Blondie: If you shoot me, you won't see a cent of that money.

Angel Eyes: Why?

Blondie: [''kicks the grave open''] I'll tell you why. Cause there's nothing in there.

Tuco: [''pays his respects to the corpse, before fuming''] YOU SON OF A...!

Blondie: You thought I'd trust you? Two-hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're gonna have to earn it.

Tuco: The name of the cemetery is ... Sad Hill! Now it's your turn.

Blondie: The name on the grave is ... Arch Stanton.

Tuco: Arch Stanton? You sure?

Blondie: Yeah. Sure I'm sure.

Tuco: I'm very happy you are working with me! And we're together again. I get dressed, I kill him and be right back.

Blondie: Oh, listen, uh, I forgot to mention... He's not alone. There's five of em.

Tuco: Five?

Blondie: Yeah, five of em.

Tuco: So, that's why you came to Tuco. It doesn't matter, I'll kill them all.

Tuco: See you soon, id... " "idi...

Blondie: Idiots". It's for you.

Angel Eyes: [Throws Blondie some civilian clothes] The war's over for you. Put those clothes on.

Blondie: Why?

Angel Eyes: We’re going for a ride.

Blondie: Where?

Angel Eyes: To find $200,000. I know the name of the cemetery now, and you know the name on the grave.

Blondie: [Seeing Tuco’s blood on the floor] You're not going to give me the same treatment?

Angel Eyes: Would you talk?

Blondie: No, probably not.

Angel Eyes: That’s what I thought. Not that you're any tougher than Tuco, but you’re smart enough to know that talking won't save you.

Blondie: [counting Angel Eyes' men] One, two, three, four, five, six. Six. Perfect number.

Angel Eyes: Huh. Isn't three the perfect number?

Blondie: Mm... yeah. But I've got six more bullets in my gun.

Cpl. Wallace: [A Union sergeant turns around; it is Angel Eyes] Bill Carson. Bill Carson! I said Bill Carson!

Tuco: Hey, Blondie. Isn't that Angel Eyes?

Cpl. Wallace: Alright, what's he doing, sleeping? Bill Carson!

Blondie: Yeah, and you better be Bill Carson.

Cpl. Wallace: Bill Carson!

Tuco: Yeah, that's me.

Cpl. Wallace: [Punches Tuco] Please, Carson, answer "Present". What are you, deaf? Now suppose you say "Present," Carson.

Tuco: I like big fat men like you. When they fall, they make more noise, and sometimes, they never get up!

Tuco: Wake up, you. There are troops coming.

Blondie: Are they blue or gray?

Tuco: [''Shouting''; ''to Blondie''] Gray. They're gray like us. Let's say hello to them and then get going. Hurrah! Hurrah for the Confederacy! Hurrah! Down with General Grant! Hurrah for General— What's his name?

Blondie: Lee.

Tuco: Lee. Lee! God's on our side cause He hates the Yanks, too! Hurrah!

Blondie: [recognizing the dusty Union uniforms] God's not on our side because He hates idiots also.

Tuco: [hears distant rumbling] Even when Judas hanged himself there was a storm too.

Blondie: That could be cannon fire.

Tuco: [holds a noose; Blondie steps onto a stool.] Cannon fire or storm, it's all the same to you. You ever see this before, my friend? Throw it over the roof beam! That's it. Now get on that. That's right. Now make sure the rope is tight. It's got to hold the weight of a pig. Now put the rope around your neck. That’s very good! It's too big for your neck, huh? We’ll fix that right away. I have another system, a little different than yours. I don't shoot the rope. I shoot the legs off the stool. Adios.

Tuco: What're you trying to say? Anybody can miss a shot? Nobody misses when I'm at the end of the rope. You never had a rope around your neck. Well, I'm going to tell you something. When that rope starts to pull tight, you can feel the devil bite your ass!

Blondie: [throws Tuco off the horse] Yeah, you're right. It's getting tougher. The way I figure, there's really not to much future with a sawed-off runt like you.

Tuco: What do you mean?

Blondie: Cause I don't think you'll ever be worth more than $3,000.

Tuco: What do you mean?

Blondie: I mean, our partnership is untied. Oh no, not you. You remain tied. I'll keep the money, and you can have the rope.

Tuco: You filthy, double-crossing bastard! Of all the stinking, dirty tricks—

Blondie: [begins riding away] The way back to town is only 70 miles. Now if you save your breath, I feel a man like you could manage it. Adios.

Tuco: You, you, you filthy bastard! Come here! Come here! Cut this rope off! Get off that horse! Get off that horse, you filthy coward! If I ever catch you, Blondie, I'll rip your heart out and eat it! I'll scalp you! I'll skin you alive! I'll hang you by your tongue! You pig! You vulture! Why, I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Blondie: [stopping; rides away again] Such ingratitude, after all the times I've saved your life.

Tuco: [[wiktionary:puta|puta] Wait a minute. Wait. This is only a trick! You won't leave me here. Come back. Wait, Blondie! Listen, Blondie! Hijo de una gran ]!

Mexican Bounty Hunter: [to Tuco] Hey, amigo! You know you've got a face beautiful enough to be worth $2000?

Blondie: [from behind] Yeah, but you don't look like the one who'll collect it.

Blondie: You see in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend. Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.

Blondie: Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're gonna have to earn it.