One-armed Union soldier: [Wallace and Tuco are at the train station, handcuffed together] Hey, corporal, afraid he'll get lost? Where's the Rebel going?
Cpl. Wallace: To Hell, with a rope around his neck and a price on his head.
Tuco: Yeah... three thousand dollars, friend. That's a lot of money for a head.
[He flips the soldier's empty sleeve]
Tuco: I bet they didn't even pay you a penny for your arm.