The Professionals (1966)

J.W. Grant: You bastard.
Rico: Yes sir. In my case an accident of birth. But you, you're a self-made man.

Bill Dolworth: The revolution? When the shooting stops, and the dead are buried, and the politicians take over, it all adds up to one thing: a lost cause.

Jesus Raza: You know, of course, one of us must die.
Bill Dolworth: Maybe both of us.
Jesus Raza: To die for money... is foolish.
Bill Dolworth: To die for a woman is more foolish. Any woman. Even her.

J.W. Grant: I'm afraid you'll have to make them do.
Hans Ehrengard: Mister Grant, I can make them go, but I can't make 'em do.

Rico: It takes getting used to.
Hans Ehrengard: Broiling by day. Freezing by night. Alkali dust choking every hole in your body. How in the name of God does anybody live here long enough to get used to it.
Rico: Men tempered like steel. Tough breed. Men who learn how to endure.
Hans Ehrengard: Like you and Dolworth.
Rico: Oh, no. Men like Raza.

Bill Dolworth: Nothing is for always. Except death. Ask Fierro. Ask Francisco. Ask those in the cemetery of nameless men.

Bill Dolworth: Men on that train are Colorados. Expert marksmen. Also expert at torture. Couple o' years ago they burned and looted a town of three thousand people. When they finished, forty were left. Fardan's wife was one o' the lucky forty. "Why're you a revolutionary?" they asked her. "To rid the world of scum like you," she said. They stripped her naked, ran 'er through the cactus 'til her flesh was - The other thirty-nine rebels watched her die, and - did nothing. Just watched.

Bill Dolworth: That's a lot of woman there. Beautiful, classy, and guts. Hard enough to kill ya and soft enough to change ya.

Bill Dolworth: The cemetery of nameless men. We buried some fine friends there.
Rico: And some fine enemies.
Bill Dolworth: That was one hell of a fine battle. Out-numbered and out-gunned and still we held that pass.
Rico: Yeah, but who cares now... or even remembers?

J.W. Grant: Your hair was darker then.
Rico: My heart was lighter then.

Maria Grant: Raza says you and he were good friends.
Bill Dolworth: That's right.
Maria Grant: And yet you would have killed him.
Bill Dolworth: That's right.
Maria Grant: For money.
Bill Dolworth: That's right.

Bill Dolworth: We've been had, amigo.

Jake Sharp: A cloud o' dust! Could be Mister Raza.
Hans Ehrengard: Could be most anything. Even a whirling dervish.
Rico: That, gentlemen, is the whirlingest dervish of them all.

Jake Sharp: We could all do with a rest.
Hans Ehrengard: A shave would be a relief, too.
Jake Sharp: So would a bath.
Bill Dolworth: Might as well throw in a woman. Any size, any age, any color. Any woman.

Bill Dolworth: That Chiquita can lick a whole regiment, but can't dance a lick.

Bill Dolworth: What's the proposition?
Rico: You won't lose your pants. Your life maybe but, what's that?
Bill Dolworth: Hardly anything at all.

Bill Dolworth: Do they know who took the woman?
Rico: Raza.
Bill Dolworth: Our Raza? A kidnapper?
Rico: Grant's got the ransom note to prove it.
Bill Dolworth: Well I'll be damned.
Rico: Most of us are.

Bill Dolworth: Rico, buddy. I don't deserve you.
Rico: I agree. I can understand you getting in a crap game and losing $700 you didn't have, but how'd you lose your pants?
Bill Dolworth: In a ladies bedroom, trying to raise the cash. Almost had it made, too. Do you realise that people are the only animals that make love face to face?