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: I hate posses.
: [while riding into Bisbee
] This town's gonna burn!
: [to the townsfolk firing at both fugitives
] Not the black hat! The rancher, you dumb shits! The rancher!
: Morning, Pinkerton. Name's Charlie Prince. I expect you heard of me.
[steps on Byron's hand
] Byron McElroy
: Well, I heard of a balled-up whore named Charlie Princess. That you, missy?
[Charlie shoots Byron in the stomach
] Charlie Prince
: I hate Pinkertons.
: Can I help you? Charlie Prince
: I think maybe a coach headed for here got itself held up in the canyon about ten miles back... Butterfield
: God damn it. Charlie Prince
: ...by Mr. Ben Wade himself. Marshal Weathers
: How did you know it was Wade? Butterfield
: It's been him the last twenty-one times, Marshal. Charlie Prince
: I saw a Mexican sharpshooter and an Apache. Marshal Weathers
: God damn it. Jesus Christ. Charlie Prince
: And I've been told... Kane
: [interrupting him
] Did you see The Hand of God? Charlie Prince
: What's that? Kane
: His pistol. Butterfield
: Why the hell didn't you do something? Charlie Prince
: They had a lot of weapons, mister... and they were shootin' bullets.
: [giving a toast
] Here's to the four we lost in battle. And here's to the boss, who had to say goodbye to Tommy Darden today. And that's too bad. Ben Wade
: Proverbs 13:3. "He that keepeth his mouth, keepeth his life. He that opens his lips too wide shall bring on his own destruction". Charlie Prince
: Amen. Ben Wade
: Tommy was weak. Tommy was stupid. Tommy is dead. Charlie Prince
: I'd drink to that.
: [after setting his coach on fire
] Where is he? Crawley
: Open the door. Open the door. Let me outta here, god damn it. Charlie Prince
: Where did they take him? Crawley
: I don't know. Charlie Prince
: Mister, you better tell me... where they took him... or you will burn.
: For a one-leg rancher... he's one tough son of a bitch.
: [as Dan is lying on the ground
] For a one legged rancher, he was one tough son of a bitch.
[Prince has been pretending to sleep in the lobby of the hotel where they're holding Ben Wade
] Charlie Prince
: Any strangers come in town? Hotel Proprietor-Bartender
: Not since you went to sleep, sir. Charlie Prince
: I might as well go along. She won't come now. Hotel Proprietor-Bartender
: Who was you plannin' to meet? Charlie Prince
: My wife - she ran off with a travelin' man. Hotel Proprietor-Bartender
: She did? Charlie Prince
: That's why I've been sittin' up all night. I figgered he'd bring her here. Hotel Proprietor-Bartender
: Well, whaddaya know? Mine ran off, too. I wonder why they do that. Charlie Prince
: I don't know. I've always treated mine alright - never hit her too hard.