Chamlee: I don't like it, no sir. I've always treated every man the same: just as another, future customer.
Henry: Well in that case, get that hearse rolling.
Chamlee: I can't, my driver's quit.
Robert: He's prejudiced too, huh?
Chamlee: Well, when it comes to a chance of getting his head blown off, he's downright bigoted.
Village Boy 1: If you get killed, we take the rifle and avenge you.
Village Boy 2: And we see to it there's always fresh flowers on your grave.
O'Reilly: That's a mighty big comfort.
Village Boy 2: I told you he'll appreciate that.
O'Reilly: Well, now don't you kids be too disappointed if your plans don't work out.
Village Boy 1: We won't. If you stay alive, we'll be just as happy.
Village Boy 2: Maybe even happier.
Village Boy 1: Maybe.
Vin: Rojas is makin' room for you in his home.
Old Man: Rojas? His conversation would bore me to death.
Vin: Yeah, well, maybe somebody else, huh?
Old Man: Hey are all farmers. Farmers talk of nothing but fertiliser and women. I've never shared their enthusiasm for fertiliser. As for women, I became indifferent when I was 83. I am staying here.
Chico: They're afraid. She's afraid of me, you, him. All of us. Farmers! Their families told them we would rape them.
Chris: Well, we might. But in my opinion you might have given us the benefit of the doubt. But just as you please.
Wallace: You tell 'em! I won, didn't I?
Britt: You lost.
Calvera: Last month we were in San Juan. Rich town. Sit down. Rich town, much blessed by God. Big church. Not like here - little church, priest comes twice a year. BIG one. You'd think we'd find gold candlesticks. Poor box filled to overflowing. Do you know what we found? Brass candlesticks. Almost nothing in the poor box.
Sidekick: But we took it anyway.
Calvera: I know we took it anyway. I'm trying to show him how little religion some people now have.
Vin: Twenty dollars? You must be living in style.
Lee: Yes... I have the most stylish corner of the filthy storeroom out back. That and one plate of beans. Ten dollars a day.
Chris: There's no need to apologize. We weren't expecting flowers and speeches.
Calvera: What if you had to carry my load? The need to provide food, like a father, to fill the mouths of his hungry men?
Vin: You know - I've been in some towns where the girls weren't all that pretty. In fact I've been in some towns where they're downright ugly. But it's the first time I've been in a town where there are no girls at all, 'cept little ones. You know if we're not careful we could have quite a social life here.
Chris: He's a good gun, and we aren't heading for a church social.
Old Man: They are all farmers. Farmers talk of nothing but fertilizer and women. I've never shared their enthusiasm for fertilizer. As for women, I became indifferent when I was eighty-three.
Vin: What're you gonna do when Calvera comes?
Old Man: At my age, a little excitement is welcome. Don't worry. Why would he kill me? Bullets cost money.
Calvera: I should have guessed. When my men didn't come back I should have guessed. How many of you did they hire?
Chris: Enough.
Chico: And who made us the way we are? Men with guns! Men like Calvera... and you... and now me.
Hilario: The feeling I felt in my chest this morning, when I saw Calvera run away from us, that's a feeling worth dying for. Have you ever felt something like that?
Vin: Not for a long, long time. I envy you.
Henry: Well, I'll be damned. I never knew you had to be anything but a corpse to get into Boot Hill. How long's this been going?
Chamlee: Since the town got civilized.
Hilario: Even if we had the guns, we know how to plant and grow, we don't know how to kill.
Old Man: Then learn, or die.
Britt: Nobody throws me my own guns and says run. Nobody.
Hilario: Very young and very proud.
Chris: Well, the graveyards are full of boys who were very young and very proud.
