The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly quotes

50 total quotes (ID: 250)

Angel Eyes
Blondie
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Tuco


[to a chicken] If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?


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

There are two kinds of people in the world, my friend. Those who have a rope around their neck and those who have the job of doing the cutting.

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.

After a meal there's nothing like a good cigar.

When you have to shoot, shoot, don't talk.

Every gun makes its own tune.

Tuco: The name of the cemetery is ... (hesitating) .. 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.

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.

[Angel Eyes prepares to board a stagecoach during Tuco's execution]
Woman on stagecoach: Glad they got him. A man guilty of all those crimes!
Angel Eyes: People with ropes around their necks don't always hang.
Woman on stagecoach: What do you mean?
Angel Eyes: Even a filthy beggar like that has a protecting angel.
[Angel Eyes looks around and catches sight of Blondie]
Angel Eyes: A golden-haired angel watches over him.

You want to know who you are? Huh? Huh? You don't, I do, everyone does... you're the son of a thousand fathers, all bastards like you.

Hijo de una gran puta! "Great big son of a bitch!"

The world is divided into two kinds of people, those who have friends and those who are lonely like poor Tuco.

That's so. Even a tramp like me, no matter what happens, I know there's always a brother who won't refuse me a bowl of soup.

[To his brother Pablo] You think you're better than I am? Where we came from, if one did not want to die of poverty, one became a priest or a bandit! You chose your way, I chose mine. Mine was harder. You talk of our mother and father. You remember when you left to become a priest? I stayed behind! I must have been ten, twelve. I don't remember which, but I stayed. I tried, but it was no good. Now I am going to tell you something. You became a priest because you were... too much of a coward to do what I do!