"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?"

"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."

"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. (after spying alone in Calvera's camp.)"

"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."

"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!"

"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!"

"(dying words) You came back... to a place like this. Why? A man like you...why?"

"Once I rob a bank in Texas. Your government get after me with a whole army. Whole army! One little bank. It's clear to me, the meaning? In Texas, only Texans can rob banks."

"(whispering) 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."

"What happens to these people will happen whether I kill you first or not."

"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."

"You hear that? We're trapped! All forty of us!"

"Shows you — sooner or later you must answer for every good deed."

"Generosity. That was my first mistake. I leave these people a little bit extra and they hire these men to make trouble."

"If God didn't want them sheared, He would not have made them sheep."

"Enough! We get the rest when we come back."

"The days of good hunting are over. Once there was horses, cattle, gold, fruit from the trees... no more. Now I must hunt with a price on my head, Rurales at my heels."

"The Old Man was right. Only the farmers won. We lost. We'll always lose."

"I never rode shotgun on a hearse before. Gettin' up there don't bother me. It's stayin' up there that I mind."

"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."

"We deal in lead, friend."

"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." Heh, so far, so good."

"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!"

"You don't happen to have an older, grateful sister, do you?"

"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 — 'cept little ones."

"I took a job in a grocery store. Fella says I'll make a crackerjack clerk. Crackerjack."

"He's a good gun, and 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'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."