Chris Adams: Bernardo O'Reilly; you've been adopted. O'Reilly: Yeah, that's my real name. Irish on one side, Mexican on the other... and me in the middle.
Lee: Yes. The final supreme idiocy. Coming here to hide. The deserter hiding out in the middle of a battlefield.
Hilario: Even if we had the guns, we know how to plant and grow, we don't know how to kill. Old Man: Then learn, or die!
Vin: Rojas is makin' room for you in his home. Old Man: Rojas? His conversation would bore me to death! Vin: Yeah, well, [sits on the wooden chair] Vin: maybe somebody else, huh? Old Man: hey are all farmers. Farmers talk of nothing but fertiliser an...
Calvera: Last month we were in San Juan. Rich town. Sit down. Rich town, much blessed by God. Big church. Not like here - little church, priest comes twice a year. BIG one. You'd think we'd find gold candlesticks. Poor box filled to overflowing. Do y...
[Chris and Vin enter their room, to see Lee sitting there, waiting] Lee: Remember me? Chris Adams: Yup. Lee: You need men for a job in Mexico? How long? Chris Adams: Four, maybe six weeks. Lee: That ought to do it. How much does the job pay? Chris Ad...
Vin: It took me a long, long time to learn my elbow from a hot rock. Right now, I belong back in that border town sleeping on white sheets.
Vin: We heard you got that Salinas thing cleaned up in five weeks. O'Reilly: They paid me $800 for that one. Vin: And Johnson County in four weeks. O'Reilly: They paid me $500 for that one. Vin: You cost a lot. O'Reilly: [proudly] Yeah, I cost a lot....
Lee: Insults swallowed - none. Enemies - none. Chris Adams: No enemies? Lee: ...alive...
Harry Luck: The odds are too high. Chris: Much too high. Harry Luck: Then we go? Chris: No; we lower the odds.
Chris: I've been offered a lot for my work, but never everything.
Chico: But who made us the way we are, huh? Men with guns. Men like Calvera, and men like you... and now me.
Chamlee: I'm sorry, friend, but there'll be no funeral. Henry: What? Chamlee: Oh, the grave is dug and the defunct there is as ready as the embalmers ought to make him. But there'll be no funeral. Henry: What's the matter? Didn't I pay enough? Chamle...
Chamlee: There's an element in town that objects. Henry: Objects? Objects to what? Chamlee: They say he isn't fit to be buried there. Robert: What? In Boot Hill? Henry: Why, there's nothing up there but murderous cutthroats and derelict old barflies,...
Chamlee: I don't like it, no sir. I've always treated every man the same: just as another, future customer. Henry: Well in that case, get that hearse rolling. Chamlee: I can't, my driver's quit! Robert: He's prejudiced too, huh? Chamlee: Well, when i...
[Chris and Vin were just shot at, hitting the tip of Chris' cigar] Vin: You elected? Chris: Na. I got nominated real good.
Chris: There's a job for six men, watching over a village, south of the border. O'Reilly: How big's the opposition? Chris: Thirty guns. O'Reilly: I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
[O'Reilly is teaching the villagers how to shoot] O'Reilly: Miguel, didn't I tell you to squeeze? Hm? Just like when you're milking a goat, Miguel. Miguel: It's that I get excited! O'Reilly: Well don't get excited! Now this time squeeze. Slowly, but ...
