You don't understand, Jill. People like that have something inside... something to do with death.
Do you know anything about a guy going around playing the harmonica? He's someone you'd remember. Instead of talking, he plays. And when he better play, he talks.
More lines from Cheyenne
3 quotesThey wanna hang me. The big, black crows. Idiots. What the hell? I'll kill anything. Never a kid. Be like killin' a priest. Catholic priest, that is.
Hey, Harmonica - when they do you in, pray it's somebody who knows where to shoot... Go away... go away... go away, I don't want you to see me die.
Scenes with Cheyenne
6 scenesHarmonica, a town built around a railroad. [laughs] You could make a fortune. Hundreds of thousands of dollars. Hey, more than that. Thousands of thousands.
They call them "millions."
"Millions." Hmm.
I saw three of these dusters a short time ago. They were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters there were three men.
So?
Inside the men there were three bullets.
That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two reasons. One, nobody around these part's got the guts to wear those dusters except Cheyenne's men. Two, Cheyenne's men don't get killed. That surprise you?
Yeah. Well, you know music and you can count. All the way up to two.
All the way up to six if I have to. [gestures to Harmonica's wound] And maybe faster than you.
If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself. And even call in your men. Well. No woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water, and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory.
You make good coffee, at least?
What's he waiting for out there? What's he doing?
He's whittlin' on a piece of wood. I've got a feeling when he stops whittlin'... Somethin's gonna happen.
Judas was satisfied with 4,970 dollars less.
There weren't no dollars in them days.
But sons-of-bitches? Yeah.
Mrs. McBain goes back to civilization. Minus a husband and plus a great future.
You deserve better.
The last man who told me that is buried out there.
You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was for an hour or for a month... he must have been a happy man.
