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.
Chris: There's a job for six men, watching over a village, south of the border.
O'Reilly: How big's the opposition?
Chris: Thirty guns.
O'Reilly: I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
