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: 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. Nothing!
[Chuckles, bites cigar
: [thinking the cavalry they've met are Confederate
] Hurrah! Hurrah for the Confederacy! HURRAH! Down with General Grant! Hurrah for General... what's his name? Blondie
: Lee. Tuco
: Lee! LEE! Ha ha! God is with us because he hates the Yanks too. HURRAH! Blondie
] God's not on our side because he hates *idiots* also.
[the commander of the cavalry patrol they've met reveals his blue uniform
[as they set out across the desert
: What was it you told me the last time? Ah, yes..."If you save your breath I feel a man like you can manage it." And if you won't manage it, you'll die... only slowly. *Very* slowly, old friend.
: 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.
: I would like to piss, it's rough. I've been shaking up in this train nearly ten hours now. Cpl. Wallace
: You smell like a pig already. Let's try not to make things any worse.
[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
: When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk.
[a dying man has information Tuco wants
: Don't die, I'll get you water. Stay there. Don't move, I'll get you water. Don't die until later.
: You want to know who you are? Huh? You want to know who's son you are? You don't, I do, everybody does... you're the son of a thousand fathers, all bastards like you.
] Hey, Blond! You know what you are? Just a dirty son-of-a-b-!
: I'll kill you! Blondie
: [gasps out in a whisper
] If you do that, you'll always be poor... just like the crazy rat that you are.
: [to his brother the priest
] While I'm waiting for the Lord to remember me, I, Tuco Ramirez, brother of "Brother" Ramirez will tell you something! You think you're better than I am... where we came from, if one did not want to die in poverty, one became a priest or a bandit! You chose your way, I chose mine. *Mine* was harder! You talk about Mother and Father... you forget that when you left to become a priest *I* stayed behind! I must have been ten, twelve, I don't remember which, but *I stayed*! I tried, but it was no good! Mow I'm going to tell you something... you became a priest because you were too much of a coward to do what *I* do!
: [shows Tuco the wanted poster
] So you're an honest farmer. You recognize this man? Tuco
: Me? Sheriff
: Yeah, it's you! Tuco
: Hey, who said so, huh? You can't even read!
[the Sheriff rolls up the poster
: Roll it up, roll it up! I'll give you a good idea where you can put it!
: [trying to read a grave that is marked "Unknown"
] Unk-... unk-... there's no name on it. Blondie
: [showing him the stone the name was supposed to be written on stone
] There's no name here, either. See, that's what Bill Carson told me... it was the grave marked "Unknown" right beside Arch Stanton.
: [tied up and laying on the porch of the sheriff's office, after being dumped there by Blondie as he walks in to collect his bounty money... then, the sheriff walk out
] Who the hell is that? One bastard goes in, another comes out!
: You never had a rope around your neck. Well, I'm going to tell you something. When that rope starts to pull tight, you can feel the Devil bite your ass.
: [trying to tell in which grave the gold is hidden
] There's no number... there's a name... it's written...
[chokes and gasps a couple of times, then
: Water! Tuco
: You talk first, I'll give you water later! Sad Hill Cemetery, okay, in the grave okay! But it must have a name or a number on it! There must be a thousand, five thousand!
: I'm very happy you are working with me! And we're together again.
: I get dressed, I kill him and be right back. Blondie
: Listen, I forgot to mention... He's not alone. There's five of 'em. Tuco
: Five? Blondie
: Yeah, five of 'em. Tuco
: So, that's why you came to Tuco.
: It doesn't matter, I'll kill them all.
: There are two kinds of spurs, my friend. Those that come in by the door; those that come in by the window.
: Hey! Hey everybody look! He's giving him the filthy money! JUDAS! You sold my HIDE!
: I'm looking for the owner of that horse. He's tall, blonde, he smokes a cigar, and he's a pig!
: [trying to read a note
] "See you soon, id... " "idi... " Blondie
: [taking the note
[He hand the note back to Tuco
: It's for you.
: [to Corporal Wallace
] I like big fat men like you. When they fall they make more noise. And sometimes they never get up.
: [in the cave where his friends Pedro, Chico and Ramon are hiding
] If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?
: Why are you going under the name Bill Carson now? Tuco
: One name is as good as another. Not wise to use your own name. Like you! I'll bet they don't call you Angel Eyes! Sergeant Angel Eyes!
: I mean our partnership is untied. Tuco
: [looks down at the noose still hanging from his neck
: Oh no, not you, you remain tied. I'll keep the money and you can have the rope.
: I never hurt anybody! Officer
: ...wanted in 14 counties of this state, the condemned is found guilty of the crimes of murder, armed robbery of citizens, state banks and post offices, the theft of sacred objects, arson in a state prison, perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and children, inciting prostitution, kidnapping, extortion, receiving stolen goods, selling stolen goods, passing counterfeit money, and, contrary to the laws of this state, the condemned is guilty of using marked cards...
: [watching the soldiers fighting on the bridge
] I have a feeling it's really gonna be a good, long battle. Tuco
: Blondie, the money's on the other side of the river. Blondie
: Oh? Where? Tuco
: Amigo, I said on the other side, and that's enough. But while the Confederates are there we can't get across. Blondie
: What would happen if somebody were to blow up that bridge? Tuco
: Yeah. Then these idiots would go somewhere else to fight. Blondie
: [lighting his match
One-armed Union soldier
: [Wallace and Tuco are at the train station, handcuffed together
] Hey, corporal, afraid he'll get lost? Where's the Rebel going? Cpl. Wallace
: To Hell, with a rope around his neck and a price on his head. Tuco
: Yeah... three thousand dollars, friend. That's a lot of money for a head.
[He flips the soldier's empty sleeve
: I bet they didn't even pay you a penny for your arm.
: [to Corporal Wallace
] I told you once, friend, if I ever get you down, you're going to need a lot of help to get back up again!
: What about our parents? Father Pablo Ramirez
: Only now do you think of them? To begin after nine years... Tuco
] Nine years?
[tries to laugh it off
: So it's nine years. Nine years! Father Pablo Ramirez
: Our mother has been dead a long time now.
[the smile fades from Tuco's face
] Father Pablo Ramirez
: Our father died a few days ago. That's why I was away. He asked for you to be there... but there was only me.
[Tuco is hit hard by the news. Pablo studies him
] Father Pablo Ramirez
: And you... outside of evil, what else have you managed to do? It seems to me you once had a wife somewhere. Tuco
: [pulls himself together and turns to face Pablo, his eyes still brimming with tears
] Not one, lots of them! One here, one there, wherever I found them!
: Go on, preach me a sermon, Pablo! Father Pablo Ramirez
: What good would that be?
: [Sitting by the dry, dehydrated Blondie's bedside, desperately begging him to tell him what name is on the grave the gold is buried in
] I... I must tell you the truth, Blondie. In my place, you would do the same thing. It's all over for you now. There's nothing anyone can do any more.
[Covers his face to stifle a sob
: Oh, God, forgive me! It's my fault!
[He beats the sides of his head in despair and frustration
: Mine, mine, mine, mine! I'll tell you one thing, Blondie. If I knew that my last hour had come, I swear, in my place... in your place I would do the same thing. I would tell about the gold. Yes, yes, I would. I would tell the name on the grave. What good is the money if you're dead? I know the name of the cemetery. But you know how many graves there are there? Please. Blondie, please. Have a little... coffee? Please, tell me the name. On... on the grave. If I get my hands on the 200,000 dollars, I'll always honour your memory. I swear, I'll always honour your memory.