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Yeah, that's exactly what I mean! Aztec treasure!
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So, how did Calvera ever find out about the gold mine?
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You know, I've been in some towns where the girls weren't very pretty. Matter of fact, I've been in some towns where they were downright ugly. But this is the first time I've ever been in a town where there are no girls at all -- 'cept little ones.
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(whispering) Just a little gesture, huh? To show these people who the real boss is. You go, then I give you the guns back. I know you won't use those guns against me. Only a crazy-man makes the same mistake twice.
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Enough! We get the rest when we come back.
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I could have told you they'd sell us out! Farmers. Farmers! No honor, no loyalty, no... all they care about is their precious crops and the miserable dirt they dig in. I hate 'em. I hate 'em all.
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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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You came back... to a place like this. Why? A man like you...why?
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You're crazy, all of you! They won't lift a finger to help. Think of the odds!
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I changed my mind.
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They are farmers. They talk of nothing but fertilizer and women. I have never shared their enthusiasm for fertilizer. As for women, I became indifferent when I was eighty-three.
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I have the most stylish corner of the filthy storeroom out back. That, and one plate of beans. Ten dollars a day.
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I'll tell you what I can do: I can kill the first man who so much as whispers a word about giving up. The very first man, so help me, I'll blow his head off!
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When I brought back the news, you should have seen the look I got from Britt. And Chris. And they have seen a thing or two in their time, and-and done them, too. They aren't men you can impress easily, oh, no! When they looked at me... I knew I was one of them at last. (after spying alone in Calvera's camp.)
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Yes. Yes, I am one of them. But who made us the way we are, hmm? Men with guns. Men like Calvera, and... men like you. And now me. So what do you expect us to be?