"But don't you see her position? She's served her purpose. These men who came with me today as an escort will come for her and the child tomorrow as a firing squad! Now I know exactly what you think of me, and why. But if you're not coming with me, she's not coming with me. So are you coming with me? Do you accept the protection of this ignoble Caliban on any terms that Caliban cares to make? Or is your delicacy so exorbitant that you would sacrifice a woman and a child to it?"

"Yuri Andreievich, you spent two years with the partisans, fifth division. You have no discharge so you are a deserter. Your family in Paris is involved in a dangerous émigré organisation. Now all these are technicalities. But your style of life; everything you say and think, your published writings are all flagrantly subversive. Your days are numbered unless I help you. Do you want my help?"

"And don't delude yourself this was rape. That would flatter us both."

"No doubt they'll sing in tune after the revolution..."

"But if people love poetry, they love poets. And nobody loves poetry like a Russian."

"She'd come to Moscow to look for her child. I helped her as best I could, but I knew it was hopeless. I think I was a little in love with her. One day she went away and didn't come back. She died or vanished somewhere, in one of the Labour Camps. A nameless number on a list that was afterwards mislaid. That was quite common in those days."

"That was the first time I ever saw my brother. But I knew him. And I knew I would disobey the Party. Perhaps it was the tie of blood between us, but I doubt it; we were only half-tied anyway, and brothers will betray a brother. Indeed, as a policeman I would say get hold of a man's brother and you're half-way home. Nor was it admiration for a better man than me. I did admire him; but I didn't think he was a better man. Besides, I've executed better men than me with a small pistol."

"I told myself it was beneath my dignity to arrest a man for pilfering firewood. But nothing ordered by the Party is beneath the dignity of any man. And the Party was right: one man desperate for a bit of fuel is pathetic; five million people desperate for fuel will destroy a city."

"Even Comrade Lenin underestimated both the anguish of that nine hundred mile-long front, and our cursed capacity for suffering."

"Happy men don't volunteer. They wait their turn, and thank god if their age or work delays it."

"The Party looked to the conscript peasants. Most of them were in their first good pair of boots. When the boots wore out, they'd be ready to listen. When the time came, I was able to take three battalions with me out of the front lines; the best day's work I ever did."

"They [the warring powers] were shouting for victory all over Europe—praying for victory to the same God. My task—the Party's task—was to organize defeat. From defeat would spring the Revolution...and the Revolution would be victory for us"

"In bourgeois terms it was a war between the Allies and Germany. In Bolshevik terms it was a war between the Allied and German upper classes - and which of them won was a matter of indifference."

"A body, styling itself the Yuriatin Committee of Revolutionary Justice, has expropriated my house. In the name of the people. Very well. I'm one of the people too! [He picks up a shovel and makes to force his way in.]"

"I am a free man, Lickspittle, and there's nothing you can do about it. I am the only free man on this train. The rest of you are cattle!"

"Long Live Anarchy! Lickspittle! Bureaucrat!"

"I shouldn't admire it now. I should find it absurdly personal. Don't you agree? Feelings, insights, affections... it's suddenly trivial now. You don't agree; you're wrong. The personal life is dead in Russia. History has killed it. [...] The private life is dead - for a man with any manhood."

"What kind of place is this? It's beautiful: Pigeons fly, women fall from the sky! I'm moving here!"

"My husband and son are on that train. I want to get on that train. Did you hear me? I want to get on it."

"(carrying his son through the camp) You are such a good boy. You sleep now. Dream sweet dreams. Maybe it’s only a dream! We’re dreaming, Joshua. Tomorrow morning, Mommy will wake us up with milk and cookies."

"You can do anything you want in the city. If you want to yell, yell. (His friend yells) Guido: Stop it! What are you, crazy? You can’t act like you do in the country. You’ve been acting like a madman. You can’t yell!"

"(pretending to translate a German concentration camp guard's instructions to the new prisoners) The game starts now. You have to score one thousand points. If you do that, you take home a tank with a big gun. Each day we will announce the scores from that loudspeaker. The one who has the fewest points will have to wear a sign that says "Jackass" on his back. There are three ways to lose points. One, turning into a big crybaby. Two, telling us you want to see your mommy. Three, saying you're hungry and want something to eat."

"Buongiorno, Principessa! LET ME GO WITH YOU (Good Morning, Princess!)"

"Fat, fat, ugly, ugly, all yellow in reality. If you ask me what I am I answer, 'Cheap, cheap, cheap.' Wailing along I go, 'Poopoo'. Who am I? Tell me true."

"If you say my name I'm not there anymore. Who am I?"

"The dwarves and Snow White sit down for a bite. How fast can you guess what she serves her guests next?"

"The bigger it is, the less you see it"

"Nothing is more necessary than the unnecessary."

"Help me, help me. I can’t sleep. What is the answer?"

"I have something important to tell you. Wait for my signal."

"Seven seconds!"

"Good morning, princess!"

"We got a thousand points and we won the game! Daddy and me came in first and now we won the real tank! We won! We won!"

"Ah, my belly's full. Nice guy, my brother. I didn't tell you my brother was in charge here? Everything. Like the Pope, almost. He's in charge in Rome. Yeah, yeah, my brother, he say to me, "Stay, brother, don't go home. We never see each other. Here, there's plenty to eat and drink. Bring your friend, too." Whenever we see each other, he never lets me go. It's always the same story. My brother, he's crazy about me. [His tone becomes wistful] That's so... even a tramp like me, no matter what happens, I know there's a brother somewhere who'll never refuse me... a bowl of soup."

"They forged an alliance of hate to steal a fortune in dead man's gold."

"For three men, the Civil War wasn't Hell. It was practice!"

"Antonio Casas - Stevens"

"Livio Lorenzon - Baker"

"John Bartha - Sheriff shut-eye"

"Rada Rassimov - Maria"

"Aldo Giuffre - Union Captain Clinton"

"Lee Van Cleef - Sentenza/Angel Eyes"

"Clint Eastwood - Blondie"

"Eli Wallach - Tuco"

"Half-soldier: All I know is Carson re-enlisted. The poor guy's minus an eye. He lives with a girl called Maria, who'll tell you. She's a fresh young whore in the territory."

"Union Captain: Whoever has the most liquor to get the soldiers drunk and send them to be slaughtered, is the winner."

"Stevens: You're... from Baker... Tell Baker that I told him all that I know already. Tell him I want to live in peace, understand? That it's no use to go on tormenting me! I know nothing at all about that case of coins. Now that gold has disappeared, but if he'd listened, we could have avoided this altogether. I went to the Army court; there were no witnesses. They couldn't uncover any more. I can't tell Baker what happened to the money; go back and tell him that!"

"Hey, Blondie! You know what you are? Just a dirty son of a — [title theme plays]"

"[To his brother Pablo] 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!"