Cheyenne: You don't understand, Jill. People like that have something inside... something to do with death.
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Frank: Keep your lovin' brother happy.
Harmonica: Time sure flies. It's already past twelve.
Cheyenne: You don't understand, Jill. People like that have something inside... something to do with death.
Cheyenne: Yeah, go on. Play, Harmonica. Play, so you can't bullshit. Only watch those false notes.
Harmonica: When you hear a strange sound, drop to the ground.
Cheyenne: Good. My mother used to make coffee this way - hot, strong, and good.
Harmonica: You know, Wobbles... I'm kind of mad at you.
Cheyenne: You know, ma'am, when you've killed four, it's easy to make it five.
Morton: Hm. You should learn to live as if you didn't exist.
Frank: Any normal man would put a bullet in his brain.
Barman: I can tell you're accustomed to fine living. Bet you come from one of those big eastern cities.
Frank: Keep your lovin' brother happy.
Harmonica: Time sure flies. It's already past twelve.
Cheyenne: You don't understand, Jill. People like that have something inside... something to do with death.
Cheyenne: Yeah, go on. Play, Harmonica. Play, so you can't bullshit. Only watch those false notes.
Harmonica: When you hear a strange sound, drop to the ground.
Cheyenne: Good. My mother used to make coffee this way - hot, strong, and good.
Harmonica: You know, Wobbles... I'm kind of mad at you.
Cheyenne: You know, ma'am, when you've killed four, it's easy to make it five.
Morton: Hm. You should learn to live as if you didn't exist.
Frank: Any normal man would put a bullet in his brain.
Harmonica: Time sure flies. It's already past twelve.
Cheyenne: Good. My mother used to make coffee this way - hot, strong, and good.
Morton: Hm. You should learn to live as if you didn't exist.
Wobbles: You know you can trust me. Frank: Wobbles, how can you trust a man that wears both a belt and suspenders? Man can't even trust his own pants.
Morton: Not bad. Congratulations. Tell me, was it necessary that you kill all of them? I only told you to scare them! Frank: People scare better when they're dyin'.
Cheyenne: Ma'am, it seems to me you ain't caught the idea. Jill: Of course I have. I'm here alone in the hands of a bandit who smelled money. If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself, and even call in your men. Well, no woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory! Cheyenne: You make good coffee, at least?
Harmonica: I saw three of these dusters a short time ago. They were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters, there were three men. Cheyenne: So? Harmonica: Inside the men, there were three bullets. Cheyenne: That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two reasons: One, nobody around these parts got the guts to wear those dusters except Cheyenne's men. Two, Cheyenne's men don't get killed. That surprise you? Harmonica: Yeah. Well, you know music, and you can count - all the way up to two. Cheyenne: All the way up to six if I have to... Cheyenne: ... and maybe faster than you.
Harmonica: Your friends have a high mortality rate, Frank. First three, then two. Frank: So, YOU'RE the one who makes appointments. Harmonica: And you're the one who doesn't keep 'em.
Jill: But... but they were his men. Harmonica: Yeah. Jill: And they tried to kill him. Harmonica: They must've found somebody who pays better. Jill: And YOU! You saved his life. Harmonica: I didn't let them kill him, and that's not the same thing.
Morton: How does it feel sitting behind that desk, Frank? Frank: It's almost like holding a gun... only much more powerful.
Morton: You'll never succeed in becoming like me. Frank: Why? Morton: Because there are many things you'll never understand. Morton: This is one of 'em. You see, Frank, there are many kinds of weapons, and the only one that can stop that is this. Morton: Now, shall we get back to our little problem? Frank: My weapons might look simple to you, Mr. Morton, but they can still shoot holes big enough for our little problems.
Frank's lieutenant: What are we going to do with this one, Frank? Frank: Now that you've called me by name?
Frank: What do you want? Who are ya? Harmonica: Dave Jenkins. Frank: Dave Jenkins is dead a long time ago. Harmonica: Calder Benson. Frank: What's your name? Benson's dead, too. Harmonica: You ought to know, Frank, better than anyone. You killed 'em.
Frank: Who are you? Harmonica: Jim Cooper, Chuck Youngblood. Frank: More dead men. Harmonica: They were all alive until they met you, Frank.
Jill: Hey, you're sort of a handsome man. Cheyenne: But I'm not the right man. And neither is he. Jill: Maybe not. But it doesn't matter.
Cheyenne's Lieutenant: Cheyenne. We thought we'd never make it. Cheyenne: It's all right. You're right on time... to bury my escort.
Frank's lieutenant: How do you, uh... how do you play this game, Mr. Morton? Morton: It's very simple. As long as you use your head, you never lose.
Cheyenne: He not only plays. He can shoot too. Harmonica: Do you only know how to shoot? Or do you know how to cut too?
Cheyenne: You deserve better. Jill: The last man who told me that... is buried out there.
Jill: Cheyenne. Cheyenne: Huh? Jill: What's he waiting for out there? What's he doing? Cheyenne: He's whittling on a piece of wood. I got a feeling, when he stops whittling, something's gonna happen.
Frank: You paid five thousand dollars for something belongs to me. Frank: Five thousand... Frank: ...plus one. Frank: You got a right to make a profit, too.
Morton: Is that sufficient to make you feel stronger? Frank: I could squash you like a wormy apple. Morton: Sure, but you won't do it... because it's not to... your advantage. Frank: Hmm. Who knows how far you'd have gone with two good legs, huh?
Frank: Pick any method you like, just make the deal. Harmonica: Which deal, Frank? We have more than one, you and me.
Harmonica: You're a remarkable woman. Jill: And you're a remarkable man. But, you have something on your mind. Harmonica: And you got something on your mind. Jill: Hot water. A bathtub full of hot water. I think it's time I filled that bathtub.
