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'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!


[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)

[A faction of villagers, led by Sotero, wants to make peace with Calvera; the Seven discuss their next move.]
Britt: You want to go?
Harry: Well, there comes a time to turn Mother's picture to the wall and get out. The village will be no worse off than it was before we came.
Chris Adams: You forget one thing. We took a contract.
Vin: Not the kind any court would enforce.
Chris: That's just the kind you've got to keep.
Vin: That's a noble thought, but the way things are right now... I don't know.
Harry: The odds are too high!
Chris: Much too high.
Harry: Then we go?
Chris: No. We lower the odds.

Reminds me of that fella back home who fell off a ten-story building. As he was falling, people on each floor kept hearing him say, "So far, so good." Heh, so far, so good.

Sotero: Neighbors, I drink to our friends. They armed us, fought at our side, and will forever live in our hearts.

Yes. The final supreme idiocy... coming here to hide. The deserter, hiding out in the middle of a battlefield.

Vin: I guess right about now you kinda wish you'd given your crops to Calvera, huh?
Hilario: Yes. And no. Both at the same time. Yes, when I think of what he might do. No, when I remember the feeling in my chest this morning as I saw him running away -- from us. That's a feeling worth dying for. Have you ever... felt something like that?
Vin: Not for a long, long time. I, uh, I envy you.

The Old Man was right. Only the farmers won. We lost. We'll always lose.

Undertaker: I've always treated every man the same – just as another future customer.

[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.

I've been offered a lot for my work, but never everything.

[A village girl takes an interest in the youngest hired gun.]
Petra: I'm sorry, but I thought... you know what I thought.
Chico: Yes, yes. I know.
Petra: I wasn't afraid of you, it's my father. He said to "Stay away from those men. They are brutes. They are cruel."
Chico: He's right, you know that? He's right. Go back home now.
Petra: He's wrong.
Chico: Well... go home anyway. Before he finds out you're here.
Petra: He already knows. He says he'll punish me for being so shameless. But I don't care.

[Practice-shooting, Miguel jerks his rifle's trigger and fires a wild shot.]
O'Reilly: Miguel, didn't I tell you to squeeze? Hmm? Just like when you're milking the goat, Miguel.
Miguel: I-instead, I get excited!
O'Reilly: Well, don't get excited. (he takes the rifle, ****s it, and hands it back) Now, this time, squeeze. Slowly, but squeeze. Squeeze. (Miguel fires another wild shot) SQUEEZE! I'll tell you what. Don't shoot. You take the gun like this... (holds it by the barrel) and you use it like a club! All right?
Miguel: Bueno.

[The surviving gunmen are preparing to ride out of the village.]
Old Man: You could e-stay, you know.They would not be sorry to have you e-stay.
Chris Adams: They won't be sorry to see us go, either.
Old Man: (nods) The fighting is over. Your work is done. For them, each season has its tasks. If there were a season for gratitude, they'd show it more.
Vin: We didn't get any more than we expected, old man.
Old Man: Only the farmers have won. They remain forever. They are like the land itself. You helped rid them of Calvera the way a strong wind helps rid them of locusts. You are like the wind, blowing across the land and... passing on. Vaya con Dios.
Chris: Adios.

[Chris and Vin approach O'Reilly, who is chopping wood on a farm for his breakfast.]
Chris Adams: Morning. I'm a friend of Harry Luck's. He tells me you're broke.
O'Reilly: Nah. I'm doing this because I'm an eccentric millionaire.
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: (stops axe in mid-swing) I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
Chris: Harry tells me you faced bigger odds during the Travis County war.
O'Reilly: Well, they paid me six hundred dollars for that one.
Vin: He said you got that Selena thing cleared up in less than a month.
O'Reilly: Paid me eight hundred dollars for that one.
Vin: You cost a lot.
O'Reilly: Yeah. That's right, I cost a lot.
Chris: The offer is twenty dollars.
[O'Reilly keeps chopping wood. Chris and Vin turn to leave.]
O'Reilly: Twenty dollars? Right now, that's a lot.