HEY BLONDIE! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE?! JUST A DIRTY SON OF A B- [gets cut off by the ending music]

No-Legged Soldier: Hand me down a whiskey!

Stevens: You're... from Baker... Tell Baker that I told him all that I know already. Tell him I want to live in peace, understand? That it's no use to go on tormenting me! I know nothing at all about that case of coins. Now that gold has disappeared, but if he'd listened, we could have avoided this altogether. I went to the Army court; there were no witnesses. They couldn't uncover any more. I can't tell Baker what happened to the money; go back and tell him that!

Angel Eyes: Like a little music with your meal, Tuco?
Tuco: Music? Yeah, it's very good. It's very good for the digestion.

Baker: Here, this is for you. You did a good job for me. [hands over a purse]
Angel Eyes: Oh I almost forgot. He paid me a thousand. I think his idea was that I kill you. [they both laugh] But you know the pity is when I'm paid, I always follow my job through. You know that.
Baker: Noo! Angel Eyes!

Blondie: [counting Angel Eyes' men] One, two, three, four, five, and six. Six, the perfect number.
Angel Eyes: I thought three was the perfect number.
Blondie: I've got six more bullets in my gun.

Blondie: [Seeing blood on the floor] You're not going to give me the same treatment?
Angel Eyes: Would you talk?
Blondie: No... probably not.

Blondie: You may run the risks, my friend, but I do the cutting. We cut down my percentage - uh, cigar? - liable to interfere with my aim.
Tuco: But if you miss you had better miss very well. Whoever double-crosses me and leaves me alive, he understands nothing about Tuco.

Bounty Hunter #2: [three bounty hunters have cornered Tuco] No! No pistol, amigo!
Mexican Bounty Hunter: [holding a wanted poster] Hey, amigo! You know you have a face beautiful enough to be worth $2000?
Blondie: [from behind them] Yeah, but you don't look like the one who's going to collect it.

One Armed Man: I've been looking for you for 8 months. Whenever I should have had a gun in my right hand, I thought of you. Now I find you in exactly the position that suits me. I had lots of time to learn to shoot with my left.
[Tuco kills him with a hidden gun]
Tuco: When you have to shoot, shoot, don't talk.

Tuco: [to Blondie] Get on that stool and put the rope around your neck. I have a different system, my friend; I don't shoot the rope, I shoot the legs from under the stool.
[Sound of distant rumbling]
Tuco: Even when Judas hanged himself there was thunder.
Blondie: That could be cannon fire.
Tuco: Thunder or cannon fire, it's all the same to you. Adios, Blondie.

Tuco: [trying to read a note] "See you soon, id..." "id..." "ids..."
Blondie: [taking the note] "Idiots". It's for you.

Tuco: I'll kill you.
Blondie: If you do that... you'll always be poor... just like the greasy rat you are.

Tuco: I'm innocent! I'm an honest farmer!
Sheriff: [shows Tuco the wanted poster] Come here, you! Just a simple farmer, eh? Who is this?
Tuco: Me?
Sheriff: Yeah, you.
Tuco: Who says so? You can't even read! [the Sheriff rolls up the poster] Go ahead, roll it up! I'll give a good idea where to put it!

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: Listen, 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.