Your friends, they don't like you very much anymore. You force them to make too many decisions. With me, only one decision: do what I say.
What happens to these people will happen whether I kill you first or not.
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.
Once I rob a bank in Texas. Your government get after me with a whole army. Whole army! One little bank. In Texas, only Texans can rob banks.
You came back... to a place like this. Why? A man like you...why?
A man comes to him... because he respects him... 'cause he'd be proud to work with him. And he makes me look like TWO CENTS with some damn kid's game!
We ride for days to get to this nothing in the middle of nowhere. We are ready to risk our lives to help you, and you? You hide from us. Hide. From us. But it's a different story when you're in danger, huh? You might lose your precious crops. Then you flock to us, huh? Well, we are here, my compadres and I. Here we stay. And you? You prove to us that you are worth fighting for!
You know what? They'll make up a song about you and this hat. Villages like this, they make up a song about every big thing that happens. They'll sing it for years.
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.
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.
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?
Fight. You must fight. Fight!
You must excuse them. They are farmers here. They are afraid of everyone and everything. They are afraid of rain, and no rain. The summer may be too hot, or the winter too cold. If the sow has no pigs, the farmer is afraid he may starve. If she has too many pigs, he is afraid she may starve.
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-two.
At my age, a little excitement is welcome.
Don't worry. Why would he kill me? Bullets cost money.
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.
All that's what's on top. What's underneath?
A dollar bill always looks as big to me as a bedspread.
So, how did Calvera ever find out about the gold mine?
Hmm... come to think of it, it was a silver mine.
Yeah, that's exactly what I mean! Aztec treasure!
We come cheaper by the bunch.
There comes a time to turn Mother's picture to the wall and get out!
You're crazy, all of you! They won't lift a finger to help. Think of the odds!