I've never seen so many men wasted so badly.
Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're gonna have to earn it.
I'll sleep better knowing my good friend is by my side to protect me.
After a meal there's nothing like a good cigar.
The way I figure, there's really not too much future with a sawed-off runt like you.
Tut, tut. Such ingratitude after all the times I saved your life.
Put your drawers on, and take your gun off.
Every gun makes its own tune.
Were you gonna die alone?
When you have to shoot, shoot, don't talk.
There are two kinds of people in the world, my friend. Those who have a rope around their neck and those who have the job of cutting.
If you save your breath I feel a man like you can manage it. And if you don't manage it, you'll die. Only slowly, very slowly old friend.
Don't die, I'll get you water. Stay there. Don't move, I'll get you water. Don't die until later.
You want to know who you are? Huh? Huh? You don't, I do, everyone does... you're the son of a thousand fathers, all bastards like you.
One bastard goes in, another one comes out.
If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?
There are two kinds of spurs, my friend. Those that come in by the door, those that come in by the window.
If I get my hand on the two hundred thousand dollars, I'll always honor your memory. I swear.
That's so. Even a tramp like me, no matter what happens, I know there's always a brother who won't refuse me a bowl of soup.
I like big fat men like you. When they fall they make more noise.
You think you're better than I am? Where we came from, if one did not want to die of poverty, one became a priest or a bandit! You chose your way, I chose mine. Mine was harder. You talk of our mother and father. You remember when you left to become a priest? I stayed behind! I must have been ten, twelve. I don't remember which, but I stayed. I tried, but it was no good. Now I am going to tell you something. You became a priest because you were... too much of a coward to do what I do!
I have a system, very much like yours. Only difference is I don't shoot the rope, I shoot the legs off the stool. Adios.
Blondie! Blondie! You know what you are?
See you soon, idiots.
You're smart enough to know that talking won't save you.