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: We deal in lead friend.
[Chris and Vin were just shot at, hitting the tip of Chris' cigar
: You elected? Chris
: Na. I got nominated real good.
: Rojas is makin' room for you in his home. Old Man
: Rojas? His conversation would bore me to death! Vin
: Yeah, well,
[sits on the wooden chair
: maybe somebody else, huh? Old Man
: hey are all farmers. Farmers talk of nothing but fertiliser and women. I've never shared their enthusiasm for fertiliser. As for women, I became indifferent when I was 83. I am staying here.
: You worry about yourself. Are you ready for him?
[refers to Calvera
] Old Man
: What if he comes now, huh? 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!
[Calvera has just captured the Seven
: What I don't understand is why a man like you took the job in the first place, hmm? Why, huh? Chris
: I wonder myself. Calvera
: No, come on, come on, tell me why. Vin
: It's like a fellow I once 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 to be a good idea at the time."
: You forget one thing. We took a contract. Vin
: It's sure not the kind any court would enforce. Chris
: That's just the kind you've got to keep.
: 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.
: Twenty dollars? You must be living in style. Lee
: Yes... I have the most stylish corner of the filthy storeroom out back. That and one plate of beans. Ten dollars a day.
: 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.
: 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.
: Villages like this they make up a song about every big thing that happens. Sing them for years. Chris Adams
: You think it's worth it? Chico
: Don't you? Chris Adams
: It's only a matter of knowing how to shoot a gun. Nothing big about that. Chico
: Hey. How can you talk like this? Your gun has got you everything you have. Isn't that true? Hmm? Well, isn't that true? Vin
: Yeah, sure. Everything. After awhile you can call bartenders and faro dealers by their first name - maybe two hundred of 'em! Rented rooms you live in - five hundred! Meals you eat in hash houses - a thousand! Home - none! Wife - none! Kids... none! Prospects - zero. Suppose I left anything out? Chris Adams
: Yeah. Places you're tied down to - none. People with a hold on you - none. Men you step aside for - none. Lee
: Insults swallowed - none. Enemies - none. Chris Adams
: No enemies? Lee
: Alive. Chico
: Well. This is the kind of arithmetic I like. Chris Adams
: Yeah. So did I at your age.
[Chris is driving the hearse up to Boot Hill; Vin is riding shotgun
: We'll get there. Vin
: It's not getting up there that bothers me. It's staying up there that I mind.
[as they ride to the village, Chico is following them
: Riding out there in all that dust and heat... what a chucklehead. Chris
: Yep. Not smart like us. Vin
: You know the first time I took a job as a hired gun, fellow told me, "Vin, you can't afford to care." There's your problem. Chris
: One thing I don't need is somebody telling me my problem. Vin
: Like I said before, that's your problem. You got involved in this village and the people in it. Chris
: Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk? Vin
: The reason I understand your problem so well is that I walked in the same trap myself. Yeah. First day we got here, I started thinking: Maybe I could put my gun away, settle down, get a little land, raise some cattle. Things that these people know about me be to my credit - wouldn't work against me. I just didn't want you to think you were the only sucker in town.
[as Chris, Vin and Chico are about to leave the village
] Old Man
: You could a-stay, you know. They wouldn't be sorry to have you a-stay. Vin
: They won't be sorry to see us go, either. Old Man
: Yes. The fighting is over. Your work is done. For them, each season has its tasks. If there were a season for gratitude, they'd show it more. Vin
: We didn't get any more than we expected, old man. Old Man
: Only the farmers have won. They remain forever. They are like the land itself. You helped rid them of Calvera, the way a strong wind helps rid them of locusts. You're like the wind - blowing over the land and... passing on. Vaya con dios. Chris
: It took me a long, long time to learn my elbow from a hot rock. Right now, I belong back in that border town sleeping on white sheets.
: [Chris is driving the hearse up to Boot Hill; Vin is riding shotgun
] Never rode shotgun on a hearse before.
: We heard you got that Salinas thing cleaned up in five weeks. O'Reilly
: They paid me $800 for that one. Vin
: And Johnson County in four weeks. O'Reilly
: They paid me $500 for that one. Vin
: You cost a lot. O'Reilly
] Yeah, I cost a lot. Chris
: The pay is $20.
[Chris and Vin turn and walk away
: [Calling after them
] $20? Right now, that's a lot.
: You heard of anything? Vin
: Just shooing some flies away from a Mexican village, but I can't find out what it pays. Chris
: Twenty dollars. Vin
: A week? Vin
: Six weeks. Vin
: Oh, that's ridiculous. Have you heard of anything? Chris
: Yeah. Shooing away some flies from a Mexican village. Theirs. Vin
: That wouldn't even pay for my bullets. Villager
: We understand. You could make much more in a grocery store. And it would be good, steady work. Chris
] Yeah. Vin
: How many you got? Chris
: [Puts up one finger. Vin reluctantly puts up two
: [banging on Buck's hotel room door
] Hey, you in there with my wife?
: I'll take that five dollars now.
: You shoot a cannon pretty well, pard. Ezra Standish
: Dreadful. I was trying to hit Anderson.
: It looks like a few more than we planned on. J.D. Dunne
: How many more? Vin Tanner
: The word regiment mean anything to you? Chris Larabee
: Would you like to come back when there are less of them?
: Hell, I wasn't plannin' on dying with a broom in my hands anyway.
: You take that gun and you're fired. Vin Tanner
: Probably gonna get myself killed, too; now I gotta worry about a new job.
: Sorry, ma'am, wrong room.
: Where did you come from? Chris Larabee
: Saloon. Mary Travis
: Wait, where are you going? I want to talk to you. Chris Larabee
, Vin Tanner
: We greet you with great hostility. Vin Tanner
: [under his breath to Chris
] Don't you think he means hospitality. Chris Larabee
: [looking at the chief
] Nope, I think he means hostility.
[weighing a gold amulet
: Thirty five dollars, give or take. Seminole Chief
: This may not seem like much to you, but it's all that we have. Chris Larabee
: How many ghosts are there? Seminole Chief
: Would twenty men scare you? Vin Tanner
: I was makin' five dollars a week at the hardware store without anyone shootin' at me. Chris Larabee
: So if we pay five dollars a head, that gets us all of seven men.
: The Seminoles put themselves on the line for man an escaped slave. They took us in when nobody else would. For five dollars, they can have a week of my life. Vin Tanner
: Or all of it.
: We can use another good man. Josiah Sanchez
: Not so good, but I can fight.
: Did you ever fire one of these before, Eban? Tennessee Eban
: They don't give guns to slaves.
[Vin hands Eban a rifle
] Vin Tanner
: Well, you're not a slave any more.
[J.D. has just rescued Buck by slugging an Indian with his gun
] Buck Wilmington
: Don't ever use the butt of pistol as a weapon! You keep smackin' it around like that and before long, it's going to misfire. And another thing - get rid of that damned, stupid hat! Vin Tanner
: What Buck means is, "Thanks, kid."
: [to Guy Royal
] Well, you're collectin' days are over.
: What are you attempting to suggest, Mr. Tanner? Vin
: I'm suggesting that you have more than three hundred dollars tucked right there in that fancy boot. Ezra Standish
: What, do you think I'm going to donate to this wizened crone - no offense, Ma'am. Have you taken leave of your senses?
: You probably don't know this, but Ezra here's a gambler. Nettie Wells
: He sure ain't a ranch hand. Ezra
: Thank you.
: A man never drown himself in his own sweat, Ezra. Ezra
: A gentleman does not debase himself by engaging in menial labor.
: Dammit, Bob, you just eat a dead animal?
: I ain't used to gentlemanly behavior. Vin
: Aw, hell, I ain't no gentleman, ma'am. I just think a woman of your courage deserves an escort. Nettie Wells
: Ain't courage - it's my dander that's got up.
: I'm gonna tell you how it is: I believe in God, guns and get-the-hell-off-my-property. Vin
: That's nice. Now I'm going to tell *you* how it is. I believe your men aren't good enough to face us and you're just a coward who threatens old women. Soon as you give us what we came for, we'll get the hell off your property.
: This is my damned country, boy! Vin
: Ours, too.
: He said he would cut your eye out. Chris
: 'Top Hat' Bob Spikes? I've never heard of him. Vin
: He ain't one that would be easy to forget. He could kill a man with his breath alone.
: 'Fore she died, she told me, "Boy, you're a Tanner. Don't you ever forget that!" Even though I was just a little fella, those words have echoed in my heart to this day. Reckon I just want to live up to bein' a Tanner. Nettie Wells
: You do, son. You do.
: We've got a seven . Sheriff Harp
: He's got an army ! Josh Faraday
: And they'll be murdered by the world's greatest lover .
: [after watching Jack Horne walk away
] That bear is wearing people's clothes.
: [pulls out a gun
] This is Ethel, don't you ever disrespect her!
[pulls out another gun
] Josh Faraday
: It's Maria you can disrespect! Vasquez
] I have five Maria!
: [last words
] I always did have a fondness for one-eyed jacks...
[looking at a beautiful woman
: Now that, my friends, is proof that there is a God. Vin
: Amen, brother. Ezra Standish
: Mother! Josiah
: Mother? I always thought Ezra was raised by wolves.
[Josiah prepares to deal
: All right, gentleman, this game is called "Read 'em and Weep". John "J.D." Dunne
: I'm out. Vin
: I'm already weepin'. Josiah
: This game is called... solitaire.
: What do you think made him run off like that? Chris Larabee
: I don't know. He's runnin' from somethin'. Vin
: Ain't we all.
: Shouldn't we say somethin'? Vin
: Say somethin'? J.D. Dunne
: Some words? Vin
: It's a coffin full a rocks, J.D. J.D. Dunne
: I know, I put 'um there, but shouldn't it look like we're doing somethin'?
Judge Oren Travis
: [leveling shot gun
] Drop your gun belt. Lucas James
] Don't know who I am, do ya? Judge Oren Travis
: No, and I don't care. Lucas James
: Well, you're makin' a big mistake pointin' that thing at me. Judge Oren Travis
: Sawed-off coach gun, double aught buck, should cut all three of you in half. Lucas James
: That stuff in there was self defense. Weren't it, boys? Judge Oren Travis
: He's unarmed, you shot him twice. That's murder in my book. Lucas James
: I admire your courage, old man, but there's three of us and one of you. Vin
: [drinking from a canteen
] Hardly sounds fair. Nathan Jackson
: [leading horse
] Nope. Buck Wilmington
: Well, howdy... boys.
] Lucas James
: [sees Chris
] You stay outta this, cowboy, this ain't your fight! Chris Larabee
: [to JD
] Did he just call me a cowboy, JD? J.D. Dunne
: [almost apologetically
] I think he did, Mr Larabee. Ezra Standish
: [dusting himself off
] At least once. Josiah Sanchez
] He hates that. Chris Larabee
: [smiling, but threatening
] You just call me a cowboy? Lucas James
: [backing off
] Nah, I was just saying, it ain't your fight. Chris Larabee
: Not yet. Judge Oren Travis
] Drop the gunbelt. Lucas James
] Who the hell are you? Judge Oren Travis
: I'm a circuit judge. Oren Travis. You're under arrest, young man. Lucas James
: [looks around, drops gun belt
: Can you handle it? Vin
: Like lickin' butter off a knife.
: What happened? Ezra
: Long story. Vin
: Where's Chris? Buck
: With the gang, on his way to rob the bank. Nathan
: What? Buck
: Long story.
: How's your Spanish? Chris Larabee
: Bueno. Yours? Vin
: What's "bueno" mean?
[looking over a ramshackle town
: Purgatory, Chris. When I was a bounty hunter, I chased a few desperados here. The place is so overrun with outlaws, no one wearin' a badge will come within a bullet's distance. A real hellhole. Chris Larabee
: Sounds like fun. Vin
: We're goin' to hell any way you look at it. Come on.
: If I may, allow me to interview the deputy. Buck
: Why you? Ezra Standish
: Don't take this the wrong way, but you gentlemen occasionally lack the essential skills of tact and diplomacy. Buck
: What are you saying? Josiah
: I think he's sayin' we're rude. Ezra Standish
: Rude? No, rude would be a definite improvement. I'm sayin' you scare people and perhaps terrorizing them won't buy you any answers this time. Vin
: What do you have in mind? Ezra Standish
: I believe a little subtlety is in order.
: You know, I'm not sure I like all these new guns rolling through my town without so much as an introduction. Vin
: Well, there ain't no time like the present, Sheriff
: Ah hell Nathan, you know Chris doesn't say more than three words in a day.
: You sure look handsome today, Ezra. Ezra Standish
: Why, thank you, Casey. Casey Wells
: Fact, I always thought you were the handsomest of all the seven. Ezra Standish
: And I always thought you were a very perceptive young lady. Casey Wells
: Um, you think I'm pretty? Ezra Standish
: As a picture. Casey Wells
: Good, 'cause I was wondering if you wanted to go to the livery stable with me, sow some wild oats. Ezra Standish
: [chokes on his drink
] Uh, my darling girl! Casey Wells
: If you're worried about JD shootin' you or something, it doesn't matter. Him and me are through. Come on. Ezra Standish
: I- I- I'm, uh, sorry to hear that, but, unfortunately, that does not relieve me of my obligation. Casey Wells
: What obligation? Ezra Standish
: To the, uh, the - the... the brotherhood... of man. Uh, you see there's an unspoken rule which states that one must observe a waiting period before - before... courting a friend's former paramour. Casey Wells
: I'll bet that waiting period would be about 2 minutes, if you wanted.
[tosses the rest of his drink in his face then storms out hitting Vin with the bat wing door
: Ow! Oooh! Well done, Ezra. Ezra Standish
: What just happened there?
: [after a brief gunfight on Chris' property
] So much for peace and quiet.
: Ah, you know me, Chris. I ain't afraid a dyin'. I just don't want to go out like that. Strung up like some mangy dog.
: [to Charlotte
] If you were mine, I'd never let you go. I'd just thank God everyday for puttin' you on this earth.
: [Vin just let the woman he loves leave
] You alright? Vin
: Most of me.
: [helping J.D. off the floor after having been thrown to the ground by one of Nichols boys
] You alright, kid? J.D. Dunne
: Yeah, I'm fine. Just dustin' the floors. Ezra Standish
: [regarding Mrs. Nichols
] And I thought my mother was bad.