Chico: But who made us the way we are, huh? Men with guns. Men like Calvera, and men like you... and now me. Britt: Nobody throws me my own guns and says run. Nobody. Calvera: If God hadn't meant for them to be sheared, he wouldn't have made them sheep. Hilario: Even if we had the guns, we know how to plant and grow, we don't know how to kill. Old Man: Then learn, or die! Henry: Now how do you like that. I want him buried, you want him buried, and if he could sit up and talk he'd second the motion. Now that's as unanimous as you can get. Chamlee: There's an element in town that objects. Henry: Objects? Objects to what? Chamlee: They say he isn't fit to be buried there. Robert: What? In Boot Hill? Henry: Why, there's nothing up there but murderous cutthroats and derelict old barflies, and if they ever felt exclusive brother, they're past it now. Chamlee: I don't like it, no sir. I've always treated every man the same: just as another, future customer. Henry: Well in that case, get that hearse rolling. Chamlee: I can't, my driver's quit! Robert: He's prejudiced too, huh? Chamlee: Well, when it comes to a chance of getting his head blown off, he's downright bigoted. [Chris and Vin were just shot at, hitting the tip of Chris' cigar.] Vin: You elected? Chris: Na. I got nominated real good. Chris: 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. [Britt has just shot a fleeing bandit off his horse.] Chico: Ah, that was the greatest shot I've ever seen. Britt: The worst! I was aiming at the horse. [Reilly is teaching the villagers how to shoot.] O'Reilly: Miguel, didn't I tell you to squeeze? Hm? Just like when you're milking a goat, Miguel. Miguel: It's then I get excited! O'Reilly: Well don't get excited! Now this time squeeze. Slowly, but squeeze. All right now, squeeze. Squeeze! I'll tell you what. Don't shoot the gun. Take the gun like this, and use it like a club! 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: Reminds me of that fellow back home that fell off a ten story building. Chris: What about him? Vin: Well, as he was falling people on each floor kept hearing him say, "So far, so good." Tch...So far, so good! Village Boy 1: If you get killed, we take the rifle and avenge you. Village Boy 2: And we see to it there's always fresh flowers on your grave. O'Reilly: That's a mighty big comfort. Village Boy 2: I told you he'll appreciate that! O'Reilly: Well, now don't you kids be too disappointed if your plans don't work out. Village Boy 1: We won't. If you stay alive, we'll be just as happy. Village Boy 2: Maybe even happier. Village Boy 1: Maybe. [Calvera has just captured the Seven.] Calvera: What I don't understand is why a man like you took the job in the first place, hum? Why, heh? Chris: I wonder myself. Calvera: No, come on, tell me why. Vin: It's like this fellow I knew in El Paso. One day, he just took all his clothes off and jumped in a mess of cactus. I asked him that same question, "Why?" Calvera: And? Vin: He said, "It seemed like a good idea at the time." Village Boy 2: We're ashamed to live here. Our fathers are cowards. O'Reilly: Don't you ever say that again about your fathers, because they are not cowards. You think I am brave because I carry a gun; well, your fathers are much braver because they carry responsibility, for you, your brothers, your sisters, and your mothers. And this responsibility is like a big rock that weighs a ton. It bends and it twists them until finally it buries them under the ground. And there's nobody says they have to do this. They do it because they love you, and because they want to. I have never had this kind of courage. Running a farm, working like a mule every day with no guarantee anything will ever come of it. This is bravery. [The village Calvera is raiding has changed.] Calvera: New wall. Chris: Lots of new walls, all around. Calvera: They won't keep me out! Chris: They were built to keep you in. Chris: The old man was right. Only the farmers won. We lost. We always lose. Calvera: I should have known when my men didn't come back. How many of you did they hire? Chris: Enough! E-mail site owner. Main page Series Background
Not the usual B7 quotes.
