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Till you lose your nerve. You can feel it. Then you wait... for the bullet in the gun that is faster than you are
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Yes. The final supreme idiocy... coming here to hide. The deserter, hiding out in the middle of a battlefield.
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One. There was a time when I would have caught all three. (after snatching at 3 flies on a table.)
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I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
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If you can't forget about him, why don't you ride sidesaddle?
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Yeah, I'm one of us, all right.
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I have never had this kind of courage. Running a farm, working like a mule every day with no guarantee what will ever come of it... this is bravery. That's why I never started anything like that. That's why I never will.
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See? I told you! You see your fathers?
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Undertaker: I've always treated every man the same – just as another future customer.
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Hilario: We will fight with guns if we have them. If we don't... with machetes, axes, clubs, anything!
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Sotero: Neighbors, I drink to our friends. They armed us, fought at our side, and will forever live in our hearts.
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Tomás: Only the dead are without fear.
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[Calvera chats with his "good friend" Sotero while his men loot the village.]
Calvera: I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to see a village like this. So much restlessness and change in the outside world. People no longer content with their station in life. Women's fashions -- shameless! Religion! You'd weep if you saw how true religion is now a thing of the past. Last month we were in San Juan, a 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. You know what we found? Brass candlesticks. Almost nothing in the poor box.
Bandito: But we took it anyway.
Calvera: I know we took it anyway! I'm trying to show him how little religion some people now have.
Sotero: That I can see for myself.
Calvera: (slaps him forehand, then backhand) No! You don't see! What if you had to carry my load, huh? The need to provide food like a good father to fill the mouths of his hungry men. Guns, ammunition -- you know how much money that costs? Huh? Uh? (slaps him twice more)
Calvera: I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to see a village like this. So much restlessness and change in the outside world. People no longer content with their station in life. Women's fashions -- shameless! Religion! You'd weep if you saw how true religion is now a thing of the past. Last month we were in San Juan, a 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. You know what we found? Brass candlesticks. Almost nothing in the poor box.
Bandito: But we took it anyway.
Calvera: I know we took it anyway! I'm trying to show him how little religion some people now have.
Sotero: That I can see for myself.
Calvera: (slaps him forehand, then backhand) No! You don't see! What if you had to carry my load, huh? The need to provide food like a good father to fill the mouths of his hungry men. Guns, ammunition -- you know how much money that costs? Huh? Uh? (slaps him twice more)
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[The villagers seek advice from "the Old Man".]
the Old Man: Fight. You must fight. Fight!
Hilario: Machetes and bare hands against guns?
Old Man: Buy guns.
Tomas: Buy?
Old Man: Go to the border. Guns are plentiful there.
Tomas: But what are we going to use for money?
Old Man: (digs out a gold pocketwatch and hands it over) Sell that. And anything else you can gather.
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.
the Old Man: Fight. You must fight. Fight!
Hilario: Machetes and bare hands against guns?
Old Man: Buy guns.
Tomas: Buy?
Old Man: Go to the border. Guns are plentiful there.
Tomas: But what are we going to use for money?
Old Man: (digs out a gold pocketwatch and hands it over) Sell that. And anything else you can gather.
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.
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[Driving an occupied hearse to a confrontation with local bigots]
Chris Adams: Don't worry. We'll get there (to Boot Hill).
Vin: Gettin' up there doesn't worry me. Stayin' there is what I mind.
Chris Adams: Don't worry. We'll get there (to Boot Hill).
Vin: Gettin' up there doesn't worry me. Stayin' there is what I mind.