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The Man With No Name (Character)
from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966)

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The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966)
Blondie: 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]

Tuco: [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: [spits] God's not on our side because he hates *idiots* also.
[the commander of the cavalry patrol they've met reveals his blue uniform]

[surveying some Civil War carnage]
Blondie: I've never seen so many men wasted so badly.

Blondie: Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're gonna have to earn it.

Blondie: It's not a joke, it's a rope, Tuco. Now I want you to get up there and put your head in that noose.

Blondie: You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.

Blondie: [counting Angel Eyes' men] One, two, three, four, five, six. Six. Perfect number.
Angel Eyes: Huh. Isn't three the perfect number?
Blondie: Mm... yeah. But I've got six more bullets in my gun.

Tuco: 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.

Blondie: The way I figure, there's really not too much future with a sawed-off runt like you.

[to Tuco]
Blondie: [clicks his tongue] Such ingratitude, after all the times I saved your life.

Blondie: Put your drawers on, and take your gun off.

Blondie: Every gun makes its own tune.

Tuco: [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.

Blondie: [appearing beside Tuco] Were you gonna die alone?

Blondie: [With Tuco's gun pointed at him, Blondie has no choice but to let his new partner hang] Sorry, Shorty.

Tuco: I'm very happy you are working with me! And we're together again.
[pause]
Tuco: 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.
[pause]
Tuco: It doesn't matter, I'll kill them all.

Bounty Hunter: [three bounty hunters have cornered Tuco] No! No pistol, amigo! It won't do you any good. There are three of us!
Mexican Bounty Hunter: [holding a wanted poster] Hey, amigo! You know you got a face beautiful enough to be worth $2000?
Blondie: [from behind them] Yeah, but you don't look like the one who'll collect it.
[Lights a cigar]
Blondie: A couple steps back.
[the bounty hunters draw their guns but Blondie guns down all three]

Blondie: If you shoot me, you won't see a cent of that money.
Angel Eyes: [frowning] Why?
Blondie: I'll tell you why.
[Blondie kicks the coffin lid open]
Blondie: Cause there's nothin' in here!

Blondie: If your friends stay out in the damp, they're liable to catch a cold aren't they... or a bullet.

Tuco: [trying to read a note] "See you soon, id... " "idi... "
Blondie: [taking the note] "Idiots".
[He hand the note back to Tuco]
Blondie: It's for you.

Blondie: I mean our partnership is untied.
Tuco: [looks down at the noose still hanging from his neck]
Blondie: Oh no, not you, you remain tied. I'll keep the money and you can have the rope.

Blondie: [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] Maybe.


For a Few Dollars More (1965)
[last lines]
Monco: [counting reward sums of outlaws he just killed] Ten thousand... twelve thousand... fifteen... sixteen... seventeen... twenty-two. Twenty-two?
[a wounded Groggy comes from behind and raises his gun; Monco whirls and shoots him dead]
Monco: ...Twenty-seven.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: Any trouble, boy?
Monco: No, old man. Thought I was having trouble with my adding. It's all right now.

Col. Douglas Mortimer: [discussing strategy to defeat Indio] When two hunters go after the same prey, they usually end up shooting each other in the back. And we don't want to shoot each other in the back.
Monco: [amused] Then the Colonel dies...

'Baby' Red Cavanaugh: I didn't hear what the bet was.
Monco: Your life.

[Mortimer has just recovered the watch from Indio, which contains a picture of the woman that Indio raped]
Monco: [peers at the picture] There seems to be a family resemblance.
[He hands Mortimer the similar watch with the same picture he had taken earlier]
Monco: Here.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: [pause, then] Naturally, between brother and sister.

Monco: Which way we headed?
El Indio: North.
Monco: North? Along Rio Bravo Canyon?
El Indio: Why not?
Monco: Seems like a pretty good place for an ambush to me.
El Indio: You know a better way to go?
Monco: Yeah, south.
El Indio: Hm... ride to the border?

Monco: Tell me, Colonel... Were you ever young?
Col. Douglas Mortimer: Yup. And just as reckless as you. Then one day, something happened. It made life very precious to me.
Monco: What's that?
[Mortimer shoots a glance at him]
Monco: Or is the question indiscreet?
Col. Douglas Mortimer: [pause, then] No. No, the question isn't indiscreet. But the answer could be.

Fernando: [Points] That's the bank! As soon as I get some money, I'll put it in.
Monco: But you're gonna have to earn it first.

Monco: [Examining Mortimer's gun] How can somebody in my business go around with a contraption like this?
Col. Douglas Mortimer: That contraption almost sent you to your grave.

Monco: Why this hotel and not some other?
Fernando: You probably wouldn't that other place as much, signor. At that place you'd stay up half the night shooting cockroaches. At this hotel, the rooms will cost you so much less. And there's a landlady at this one, signor!
Monco: Married?
Fernando: Yes, but she doesn't care!

Sherrif of White Rocks: [Hands Monco the reward money for Red Cavanaugh] Two thousand dollars. It's a lot of money. Takes me three years to earn it!
Monco: Tell me, isn't the sheriff supposed to be courageous, loyal, and above all, honest?
Sherrif of White Rocks: Yeah. That he is.
Monco: [Pulls off his sheriff's star and walks out] I think you people need a new sheriff.

Old Prophet: I don't know him, I don't know him, I don't know him!
Monco: Come on now, you know everybody.
Old Prophet: Don't know anybody anymore! I'm dead! Understand?
[Lifts his head from under the covers]
Old Prophet: Well, there was a time when I knew everybody. That was a long time ago, when all this was prairie. But lately everybody's in a hurry, with your damned good-for-nothing trains!
[Mocks a train's wheels moving]
Old Prophet: Toot toot toot *tweet*!
[Spits]
Old Prophet: Disgusting!
[Looks back at Monco]
Old Prophet: One day someone from the railroad comes here to see me and he says, 'Prophet, the railway's gonna go right past your house.' 'Oh, is that so?' I said. 'Mm-hm, yup that's right he says, 'All those trains gonna go right past here, and the best thing for you, Prophet, is to sell your land to the company or else we'll buy Baker's. He lives next to your place, and I'll put the tracks there, and that'll make you go crazy. What do you say, will you sell out to our company, Prophet?' "Oh, is that so?' says I.
[Grins and chuckles]
Old Prophet: He was *very* anxious for me to sell out. You know what I told him about the railroad? You know what I told him he could do with his railroad?
[pulls his blankets over his head and laughs crazily as a train shoots by]
Old Prophet: [after the train passes] You know what my decision about selling was?
Monco: Well, you said no.
Old Prophet: You're right about that! No to him and his damn trains! I wouldn't, no!
Monco: [Finally has had enough] Look, listen to me, old man! You're supposed to be a prophet, and I didn't come here to listen to you rattle on about trains! I want to find out about this man, it's obvious you don't know anything.
Old Prophet: [Angry] No need to be insulting! If that's all you came here to do, you can clear out of my house fast, before I lose my temper, understand?
[Monco shrugs and gets up to the door]
Old Prophet: *Say*! Where you going, hm?
Monco: [Turns around and smirks] I guess I better leave before you go and lose your temper!

Monco: You mind telling me how you got here?
Col. Douglas Mortimer: I just reasoned it out. I figured you'd tell Indio to do just exactly the opposite of what we agreed, and he's suspicious enough to figure out something else. Since El Paso was out of the question, well, here I am!

[Indio and his gang have been dispatched]
Col. Douglas Mortimer: My boy, you've become rich.
Monco: You mean *we've* become rich, old man.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: No, it's all yours. I think you deserve it.
Monco: What about our partnership?
Col. Douglas Mortimer: [smiles] Maybe next time.

Santa Cruz telegraphist: Mister I didn't hear any shots at the bank.I sure would have.
Monco: [points gun at him] You might hear one.The alarm.

Monco: Alive or dead? It's your choice.

Col. Douglas Mortimer: One from the outside one from the inside.There's no other way.One of us will have to join Indio's gang.
Monco: Why did you look at me when you said one of us?
Col. Douglas Mortimer: Because they don't know you.Wild sees me and his hump will catch on fire.
Monco: Tell me Colonel.How do you propose that I join up with Indio?Maybe bring him a bunch of roses.

Sancho Perez, Member of Indio's Gang: Amigo why did you help me out?
Monco: Well that's such an high reward offered on all you gentlemen.That I thought I might just tag along on your next robbery.Might just turn you into the law.

Col. Douglas Mortimer: Leave Indio to me.
Monco: Alright.

Monco: [to the Chinese bag carrier] Take it to the station.The gentleman's leaving.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: Hold it.Take it back.
Monco: Take it to the station.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: Go inside.
Monco: The station.

Monco: Tell me, isn't the Sheriff supposed to be courageous, loyal, and above all honest?
Tucumcari sheriff: Yeah, that he is.
Monco: [grabs his badge and walks outside] I think you people need a new Sheriff.
[leaves the badge and rides off]

Monco: [to Moprtimer, referring to the watch he took from Mortimer without his knowing] Very careless of you, old man.

Monco: [Mortimer has just outdrawn and killed Indio] Bravo.


A Fistful of Dollars (1964)
Joe: Crazy bellringer was right, there's money to be made in a place like this.

Joe: Get three coffins ready.

[Having said "get three coffins ready" earlier]
Joe: My mistake. Four coffins...

Joe: I don't think it's nice, you laughin'. You see, my mule don't like people laughing. He gets the crazy idea you're laughin' at him. Now if you apologize, like I know you're going to, I might convince him that you really didn't mean it.

Joe: When a man's got money in his pocket he begins to appreciate peace.

Joe: You shoot to kill, you better hit the heart. Your own words, Ramone.
[Ramone fires off two shots, but The Man With No Name stands right back up]
Joe: The heart, Ramone. Don't forget the heart. Aim for the heart, or you'll never stop me.

Joe: To kill a man you shoot him in the heart. Isn't that what you said, Ramon?

Don Miguel Rojo: That's the right idea? You didn't misunderstand?
Joe: I get the wrong idea only when it suits me.
Ramon Rojo: You are well informed, eh?
Joe: A man's life in these parts often depends on a mere scrap of information. Your brother's own words.
Ramon Rojo: Tell me. Why are you doing this for us?
Joe: [Holds out his hand with a response that is almost a question] Five hundred dollars.

[last lines]
Joe: Mmh. Well, guess your government will be glad to see that gold back.
Silvanito: And you? You don't want to be here when they get it, eh?
Joe: You mean the Mexican goverment on one side? Maybe the Americans on the other side? Me right smack in the middle? Uhn-hn. Too dangerous. So long.
Silvanito: Adios.

Joe: When a man with .45 meets a man with a rifle, you said, the man with a pistol's a dead man. Let's see if that's true. Go ahead, load up and shoot.

Esteban Rojo: My name is Esteban Rojo, my bother aked me to... what are you doing?
Joe: Moving.
Esteban Rojo: Don't you know all our men sleep here with us?
Joe: Well that's all very cozy, but I don't find you men all that appealing.

Marisol: Why are you doing this for us?
Joe: Because I knew someone like you once and there was no one there to help. Now, get moving.

Joe: [after saving Marisol and her family and giving them money]
Marisol: Why do you do it for us?
Joe: Why? I knew someone like you once. There was no one to there to help. Now get moving.

Joe: Every town has a boss.
Silvanito: Yes, but when there are two around, I'd say there is one too many!

Silvanito: [Joe asks who Marisol is] She is a woman. And Ramon is madly in love with her.
Joe: Everyone talks about Ramon. Kind of curious to meet him.
Silvanito: If you are smart, you will stay clear of Ramon for as long as possible!

Joe: Baxter's over there, Rojo's there, me right smack in the middle.
Silvanito: If you are thinking what I suspect, I tell you, don't try it!
Joe: Crazy bell-ringer was right. There's money to be made in these parts.
[after a pause]
Joe: Which of the two is stronger?
Silvanito: Which of them is stronger? Well... the Rojos. Especially Ramon.

Joe: You see, I understand you men were just playin' around, but the mule, he just doesn't get it. Course, if you were to all apologize...
[Men Laugh]
Joe: I don't think it's nice, you laughin'. You see, my mule don't like people laughing. He gets the crazy idea you're laughin' at him. Now if you apologize, like I know you're going to, I might convince him that you really didn't mean it.


Rango (2011)
Rango: Is this Heaven?
Spirit of the West: If it were, we'd be eatin' Pop-Tarts with Kim Novak.

Spirit of the West: No man can walk out of his own story.

Rango: [taken aback] Golden guardians... Alabaster chariot... The Spirit of the West!
[to Spirit]
Rango: Ahem... excuse me... Mister Spirit... sir?
Spirit of the West: [eyeing a fish hook] Now there's a beaut. Sometimes you have to dig deep to find what you're looking for.
[to Rango]
Spirit of the West: So, you made it.
Rango: Is this Heaven?
Spirit of the West: If it were, we'd be eating Pop Tarts with Kim Novak.
Rango: Yeah, ain't that the truth. What are you doing out here?
Spirit of the West: Searching... same as you.
Rango: [downhearted] I don't know what I'm looking for. I don't even know who I am.
[brighter]
Rango: They used to call you 'The Man with No Name'.
Spirit of the West: Nowadays, they have a name for just about everything. Doesn't matter what they call you... it's the deeds that make the man.
Rango: But my deeds just made everything worse. I'm a fake... a phony. My friends were counting on me. They were looking for some sort of hero.
Spirit of the West: [emphatic] Then be a hero!
Rango: [disbelief] Oh, no! No, no. I'm not even supposed to be out here.
Spirit of the West: That's right. You came out here looking for something that didn't exist. But don't you see?
[pause]
Spirit of the West: It's not about you... it's about them.
Rango: But I can't go back.
Spirit of the West: Don't think you have a choice, son.
[draws rectangle on windshield]
Spirit of the West: No man can walk out of his own story.