If he'd just pay me what he's spending to make me stop robbing him, I'd stop robbing him.
I couldn't do that. Could you do that? How can THEY do that? Who are those guys?
Don't ever hit your mother with a shovel. It will leave a dull impression on her mind.
I swear, if Sweetface told me that I rode out of town ten minutes ago, I'd believe him.
The future's all yours, you lousy bicycles.
Boy, you know every time I see Hole-in-the-Wall again, it's like seeing it fresh for the first time. And every time that happens, I keep asking myself the same question: how could I be so damn stupid to keep coming back here?
Whatever they're selling, I don't want it.
Think ya used enough dynamite there, Butch?
Butch and me have been talking it all over. Wherever the hell Bolivia is, that's where we're off to.
Don't you get sick of being right all the time?
I'm not crazy; I'm just colorful.
You know, you should have let yourself get killed a long time ago when you had the chance. See, you may be the biggest thing that ever hit this area, but you're still two-bit outlaws. I never met a soul more affable than you, Butch, or faster than the Kid, but you're still nothing but two-bit outlaws on the dodge. It's over, don't you get that? Your time is over and you're gonna die bloody, and all you can do is choose where.