Russian: You know, I had a boy like you once. He was as ugly as dirt... took after his ma. I ended up having to slit his throat.
Russian: Ol' B'ar Killer he wouldn't kill nobody. B'ars and injuns, maybe a white kid or two.
Russian: Well in all my born put-together, I never seen nothin' like this off no Indian - talking about the gold headband Sam found.
Russian: Nothin' purdier than sweeeet yeller gold.
John Fain: A ranch sure is a deserted looking place during a round-up.
John Fain: You come close, mister, but no cigar.
Paladin: I don't think you got a very good look at this gun while you had it. The balance is perfect. This trigger responds to a pressure of one ounce. If you look carefully in the barrel you'll see the lines of the rifling. It's a rarity in a hand weapon. This gun was handcrafted to my specifications and I rarely draw it unless I mean to use it. Would you care for a demonstration?
Grimes: Well now... just what do you think Hell is gonna look like?
Grimes: Looks like you done good, but we done better.
Doris Blake: I've heard a lot of stories about what the Indians do to white women.
Grimes: They do the same thing to white women they do to Indian women, and they don't mind it much, red or white.
