Karl: I killed a fella back in Texas. A big damn fella too.
Barbarosa: Well, old Sam Colt makes everybody just about the same size.
Karl: I didn't shoot him. I hit him with a tree limb.
[Barbarosa has just killed a Mexican bounty hunter]
Barbarosa: I can't teach you people a damn thing.
Barbarosa: Always stand still until you're done shooting. Nothin' scares a man more than for you to be standin' still when you should be runnin' like a spotted assed ape.
[to a young Mexican gunfighter]
Barbarosa: You ain't got enough ass in your britches to pull the trigger on Barbarosa.
Barbarosa: Drop those saddlebags and help me up, dammit!
[Karl drops the bags over the cliff]
Barbarosa: Why'd you drop them down there?
Karl: Well, you said to drop them and help you!
Barbarosa: We already been down there!
[Rain starts to fall]
Barbarosa: Why don't you go ahead and just rain on me then?
Karl: Are you all right?
Barbarosa: No, I ain't all right! Do I look all right?
Karl: Well, you look better than you did when you was at the bottom of that grave.
Barbarosa: Did you have bad trouble back there.
Karl Westover: Yes, sir.
Barbarosa: Well, the Mexicans got a saying - what cannot be remedied must be endured.
[Don Baulio has chosen the next one to go after Barabarosa]
Don Braulio Zuvalla: Eduardo. You are the one. You will go after Barabarosa. Will you know him?
Eduardo: Si, I will know him. From the songs we sing and the stories we tell, I will know him.
Don Braulio Zuvalla: Kill him; kill this Barbarosa. Bring me his cojones. Bring them to me on a stick so we can see them and honor you.
[Barbarosa and Karl are surrounded by bandits]
Angel: You are on my road, senor.
Barbarosa: This is your road? I don't see any signs. You see any signs, farm boy? You should put up a sign; this is my road.
Angel: Signs? Look around you, there are signs everywhere (nods toward armed bandits). Maybe you don't know who I am.
Barbarosa: I think I recognize you. You're Mr. Shit.
Angel: I am Angel Morales.
Barbarosa: Do you know who I am?
Angel: Si, senor; I know who you are.
Barbarosa: (to Karl) We might be in a little trouble here.
[Morales is talking to his parents]
Angel: [to Karl] My father says you stopped Barbarosa from robbing him.
Barbarosa: Yeah, I was goin' to rob your pitiful old daddy and then shoot that squawkin' old woman just for spite!
Karl: My name is Karl Albert Westover...
Barbarosa: You been shit outtta luck ever since you was born, ain't you, boy?