The Magnificent Seven

The Magnificent Seven quotes

95 total quotes (ID: 868)

Bernardo O'Reilly
Britt
Calvera
Chico
Chris Adams
Harry Luck
Lee
Others
the Old Man
Vin


[Calvera meets Chris Adams and Vin as he rides into the village.]
Calvera: I should have guessed. When my men didn't come back, I should have guessed. How many of you did they hire?
Chris: Enough.
Calvera: New wall.
Chris: There's lots of new walls, all around.
Calvera: They won't keep me out.
Chris: They were built to keep you in.
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Chris: There won't be any trouble... if you ride on.
Calvera: Ride on? Where am I going to get the food for my men?
Chico: Buy it or grow it!
O'Reilly: Or maybe even work for it.
Calvera: Hm, seven. Somehow I don't think you've solved my problem.
Chris: Solving your problems isn't our line.
Vin: We deal in lead, friend.
Calvera: So do I. We're in the same business.
Vin: Only as competitors.
Calvera: Why not as partners? Suppose I offer you equal shares.
Chris: Of what?
Calvera: Everything. Down to the last grain.
Chico: And the people of the village? What about them?
Calvera: I leave it to you. Do men of our profession worry about things like that? It may even be sacreligious! If God didn't want them sheared, He would not have made them sheep. What do you say?
Chris: Ride on.
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Calvera: If I leave here with empty hands, everyone in this village will answer to me when I come back.
Chris: You won't come back.
Calvera: Why not?
Chris: Won't have any guns. Take them off right now and drop them.


Chico: Your gun has gotten you everything you have. Isn't that true? Hmm? Well, isn't it true?
Vin: Sure. Everything. After a while, you can call bartenders and Faro dealers by their first names. Maybe two hundred of 'em. Rented rooms you live in, five hundred. Meals eaten in hash-houses, a thousand. Home, none. Wife, none. Kids... none. Propects, zero. Suppose I left anything out?
Chris Adams: Yeah. Places you're tied down to, none. People with a hold on you, none. Men you step aside for, none.
Lee: Insults swallowed, none. Enemies, none.
Chris: No enemies?
Lee: Alive.
Chico: Now that's the kind of arithmetic I like!
Chris: Yeah. I did too, at your age.

[The Seven return from a raid to find Calvera's men holding the village.]
Calvera: You should not be surprised. My good friend Sotero, he, ah, arranged for them to come in. Comprende? Well, anyway, to business. I could kill you all. You agree? (a long pause) Well, you don't disagree. Anyway, I don't want to kill you.
Chris Adams: Why so generous?
Calvera: Practical. They hear about it up north, maybe some friends of yours make more trouble for me -- a man who never wants no trouble. We, ah, have a saying here: "A thief who steals from a thief is pardoned for one hundred years." All right, what does that leave? Only one thing. I pardon you. Ride on.
Chris: Just like that? (snaps fingers)
Calvera: Si, just like that! (snaps fingers) I'll make it easy for you. You want food? (to henchmen) Give them food. Water? All right, water. Horses? Saddled and waiting. Guns? Your guns, your gunbelts you take off and you put here, now.
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Calvera: What I can't understand is why a man like you took this job in the first place. Why, huh?
Chris: I wonder myself.
Calvera: Oh, come on, come on. Tell me why.
Vin: Fella I once knew in El Paso, one day he took all his clothes off and jumped in a mess of cactus. So I asked him the same question. "Why?"
Calvera: And?
Vin: He said it seemed to be a good idea at the time.
Calvera: Go get your clothes, your saddlebags. Anything you want, take. Your friends in there owe you at least that much.

[Britt has just dropped an escaping bandit with a single long-range pistol shot.]
Chico: Oh... that was the greatest shot I've ever seen!
Britt: The worst. I was aiming at the horse.


Lee: You need men for a job down in Mexico.
Chris: That's right.
Lee: How long?
Chris: Four, six weeks.
Lee: How much does the job pay?
Chris: I thought you were looking for the Johnson brothers.
Lee: I found them. How much does the job pay?
Chris: Twenty. We leave tomorrow.

Hilario: Did you have any luck?
Chris Adams: Found a man who would have been perfect. With gun or knife, couldn't ask for any better. But he wouldn't do it.
Hilario : The money, it was not enough?
Chris: He doesn't give a hoot about money.
Hilario: A man in this line of work who doesn't care about money?
Chris: Men in this line of work are not all alike. Some care about nothing but money. Others, for reasons of their own, enjoy only the danger.
Vin: And the competition.
Miguel: If he is the best with a gun and a knife, with whom does he compete?
Chris: Himself.

Henry (corset salesman): Where are you from?
Chris: [Points thumb toward his back]
Henry (corset salesman): Oh, well where you headed?
Chris: [Points finger in front of him]

Miguel: We need help.
Hilario: We must buy guns. We know nothing about them. Will you buy them for us?
Chris: Guns are very expensive and hard to get. Why don't you hire men?
Hilario: Men?
Chris: Gunmen. Nowadays, men are cheaper than guns.
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Hilario: It won't be hard to find men here. Everyone wears a gun.
Chris: Sure. Same as they wear pants. That's expected. But good men? That's something else again.

Vin: I did hear of a job below the border shooing flies away from a village, but I can't find out what it pays.
Chris Adams: Twenty dollars.
Vin: A week?
Chris: Six weeks. Whole job.
Vin: Well, that's ridiculous. You heard of anything?
Chris: Yeah. Below the border shooing flies away from a village. Their village. (indicates Hilario and company)
Vin: Twenty dollars.
Chris: You can come in right now.
Vin: Nah, that wouldn't even pay for my bullets.
Hilario: Ours is a poor village.
Miguel: We understand. You can make much more as a grocery clerk. And it's good, steady work.
Chris: Yeah.
Vin: How many you got?
[Chris holds up one finger; Vin shakes his head and holds up two fingers.]

Don't you ever say that again about your fathers, because they are not cowards! You think I'm brave because I carry a gun? Well, your fathers are much braver, because they carry responsibility -- for you, your brothers, your sisters, and your mothers. And this responsibility is like a-a big rock that weighs a ton. It bends and it twists them until finally it buries them under the ground.

Tomás: Only the dead are without fear.

Chris Adams: Harry! Good to see you again. What are you doing in this dump?
Harry Luck: I, uh, heard you got a contract open.
Chris: Oh, not for a high-stepper like you.
Harry: A dollar bill always looks as big to me as a bedspread.
Chris: It's just eating money, Harry. A gold eagle, room and board. Six weeks gunning for some farmers.
Harry: Ah, you old Cajun! You don't talk so good, but you always know what's going on.
Chris: Now, Harry --
Harry: (to villagers) Uh, con permiso. (he closes the door and turns to Chris) All right. All that's on top. What's underneath?
Chris: Only what I told you.
Harry: Gold? Cattle? Payroll?
Chris: Only what I told you.
Harry: Oh, sure, sure. Just tell me when you can.
Chris: Harry, please don't understand me so fast.
Harry: Look, never mind. (winks) I'm in!

[Calvera's men have escorted the Seven well outside the village and tossed their guns on the ground.]
Britt: Nobody throws me my own guns and says ride on. Nobody. (puts his gunbelt back on)
Vin: Took me a long time to learn my elbow from a hat rack. Right now, I belong in that border town, sleeping on white sheets. (puts his gunbelt on) But I'll ride back to that village.
Harry Luck: You're crazy. all of you! They won't lift a finger to help. Think of the odds!
O'Reilly': Harry, nobody's asking you to go back.
Chris Adams: Ride on, Harry. It's all right.
Harry: You bet your sweet life I will! (grabs his gear and mounts) Come on, Lee. If they want to get killed, let 'em.
Chris: Go ahead, Lee. You don't owe anything to anybody.
Lee: Except to myself. (dismounts and puts his guns on)
Harry: You're crazy! ALL of you!

If God did not want them sheared, He would not have made them sheep.

[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)