I've been offered a lot for my work, but never everything.
Graveyards are full of boys who are very young and very proud.
Sorry, I'm not in the blessing business.
Once you begin you've got to be ready for killing and more killing, and then still more killing, until the reason for it is gone.
Harry, please don't understand me so fast.
He's a good gun. We aren't going to a church social.
There's no need to apologize. We weren't expecting flowers and speeches.
If he rides in with no idea of the reception we can prepare for him... I promise you, we'll all teach him something about the price of corn.
It's only a matter of knowing how to shoot a gun. Nothing big about that.
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!
The Old Man was right. Only the farmers won. We lost. We'll always lose.
I never rode shotgun on a hearse before.
I took a job in a grocery store. Fella says I'll make a crackerjack clerk.
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 ó 'cept little ones.
You don't happen to have an older, grateful sister, do you?
Reminds me of that fella back home who fell off a ten-story building. As he was falling, people on each floor kept hearing him say, "So far, so good. So far, so good."
We deal in lead, friend.
The reason I understand your problem so well is that I walked into the same trap myself. Yeah. First day we got here I started thinking, maybe I could put my gun away. Settle down, get a little land, raise some cattle. The things these people know about me would work to my credit, it wouldn't work against me. I... just didn't want you to think you were the only sucker in town.
Fella I once knew in El Paso, one day he took all his clothes off and jumped in a mess of cactus. I asked him the same question, why? He said it seemed to be a good idea at the time.
The days of good hunting are over. Once there was cattle, horses, fruit from the trees... no more. Now I must hunt with a price on my head, Rurales at my heels.
Enough! We get the rest when we come back.
If God did not want them sheared, He would not have made them sheep.
Generosity. That was my first mistake. I leave these people a little bit extra and they hire these men to make trouble.
Shows you ó sooner or later you must answer for every good deed.
You hear that? We're trapped! All forty of us!