Any Which Way You Can (1980)
Wyoming Trooper: Son, you are a walking violation of the laws of nature, but we don't enforce them laws.
Orville Boggs: He killed two men last year.
Philo Beddoe: No. Only one.
Orville Boggs: So what? The other guy's laying someplace with nothin' below the neck but memories.
Jack Wilson: We're even.
Philo Beddoe (looking at his arm): No. I owe ya.
[Philo punches Wilson]
Cholla, Black Widow Leader: Why me Lord? You made other men out of clay. Mine, you made out of shit.
Cholla, Black Widow Leader: Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will chew on Philo Beddoe's ass for my last supper!
Big Tonys body guard: Beekman payed off 40 cents on the dollar if we promised not to touch him.
Tony Rapoli Sr. aka Big Tony: Did you promise?
Big Tonys body guard: Of course.
Tony Rapoli Sr. aka Big Tony: Um. Now go back there, and kill 'im.
Lynn Halsey-Taylor: What are you gonna do with them?
[referring to the tarred Black Widows]
Philo Beddoe: We can't leave 'em here. Dogs'll come along and piss on 'em.
Philo Beddoe: Ain't fair to the dogs.
Philo Beddoe (looking at his arm): [after Jack rescues Philo in the brawl at the Palamino] You play a hell of a game of squash.
Jack Wilson: So do you. I believe that makes us even.
Philo Beddoe (looking at his arm): I believe it does. Find out what you want to know?
Jack Wilson: Yeah, I did.
Jack Wilson: You're fast and you like pain. You eat it like candy. I've seen a few cases like that in my time. The more they get hurt, the more dangerous they become. But you got to be durable, too. Real durable. Most ain't.
Philo Beddoe (looking at his arm): Yeah, you're right. Most ain't.
Jack Wilson: Let's call this fight off. There's no point to it.
Philo Beddoe (looking at his arm): I ain't doing it for points.
[both men laugh]
Jack Wilson: You're good. But you're not good enough.
Jack Wilson: I don't want to hurt you, and that's the truth.
Philo Beddoe (looking at his arm): Sometimes we can't always do what we want to do, right?
Jack Wilson: Yeah.
[reaches into his pocket]
Philo Beddoe (looking at his arm): Your money's no good here.
Jack Wilson: Thank you.
Jack Wilson: Pleasure watching you work.
Philo Beddoe (looking at his arm): Same here.
[Jack nods and leaves]
Orville Boggs: Philo... Jordan said he'd give us 200 big ones if we scrap that Merc for him.
Philo Beddoe: Great. Clyde? Scrap the Merc.
Orville Boggs: Come on, Clyde! You got work to do!