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Man With No Name: You may run the risks, my friend, but I do the cutting. We cut down my percentage - uh, cigar? - liable to interfere with my aim. Tuco: But if you miss you had better miss very well. Whoever double-crosses me and leaves me alive, he understands nothing about Tuco. Tuco: [trying to read a note] "See you soon, id..." "id..." "ids..." Man With No Name: [taking the note] "Idiots". It's for you. [as they set out across the desert] Tuco: If you save your breath I feel a man like you can manage it. And if you don't manage it, you'll die. Only slowly, very slowly old friend. [first lines] Stevens: You're... from Baker... Tell Baker that I told him all that I know already. Tell him I want to live in peace, understand? That it's no use to go on tormenting me! I know nothing at all about that case of coins. Now that gold has disappeared, but if he'd listened, we could have avoided this altogether. I went to the Army court; there were no witnesses. They couldn't uncover any more. I can't tell Baker what happened to the money; go back and tell him that! Man With No Name: [appearing beside Tuco] Were you gonna die alone? Man With No Name: [has no choice but to let him die] Sorry, Shorty. Tuco: You became a priest because you were too much of a coward to do what I do. Man With No Name: The way I figure, there's really not too much future with a sawed-off runt like you. [to Tuco] Man With No Name: Tut, tut. Such ingratitude after all the times I saved your life. Tuco: There are two kinds of people in the world, my friend: Those with a rope around the neck, and the people who have the job of doing the cutting. Man With No Name: You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig. [Tuco is in a bubble bath. The One Armed Man enters the room] One Armed Man: I've been looking for you for 8 months. Whenever I should have had a gun in my right hand, I thought of you. Now I find you in exactly the position that suits me. I had lots of time to learn to shoot with my left. [Tuco kills him with the gun he has hidden in the foam] Tuco: When you have to shoot, shoot, don't talk. Tuco: God is on our side because he hates the Yanks. Man With No Name: God is not on our side because he hates idiots also. [surveying some Civil War carnage] Man With No Name: I've never seen so many men wasted so bad. Man With No Name: Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're gonna have to earn it. |
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