If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?
— Wake up, you. There are troops coming.
— Blue or grey?
— They're grey, like us. Let's say hello to them, then get going. Hurrah! Hurrah for the Confederacy! Hurrah! Down with General Grant! Hurrah for General... What's his name?
— Lee.
— Lee! God is with us because he hates the Yanks, too! Hurrah!
— God's not on our side, cos he hates idiots also.
When you have to shoot, shoot. Don't talk.
The world is divided into two parts: those who have friends, and those who are lonely, like poor Tuco.
— Revolvers!
— Yeah, revolvers.
— Revolvers. Well, here's where I keep the best ones. Here, Remington, Colt, a Root, Smith-Wesson, Colt — navy, Joslyn, another Remington, and this one...
— That's enough.
— Cartridges.
— You wanna try the pistol, step out back.
— Cartridge. How much?
— Twenty dollars
— No.
— Fifty dollars.
— How much?
— A hundred dollars. Two hundred dollars. It's all I've got.
Whoever double-crosses me and leaves me alive, he understands nothing about Tuco. Nothing.
— «See you soon, i... idi...»
— «Idiots». It's for you.
— I'm an honest farmer. I'm innocent of everything.
— So you're an honest farmer? You recognise this man? Yeah, it's you.
— Me? Who says so? You can't even read.
You know who you are? Want to know whose son you are? You don't. I do.
— You were captured near Fort Craig? If you were with Sibley, that means you were coming from Santa Fe. Was it hard crossing the desert?
— Mm-hm. Very hard. Especially if you don't have anything to drink.
— Why are you going under the name of Bill Carson now?
— One name is as good as another. Not wise to use your own name. Like you. I bet they don't call you Angel Eyes. Sergeant Angel Eyes!
— Like a little music with your meal, Tuco?
— Music? Yes, it's very good. Very good for the digestion.
— Were you going to die alone?
— Hey, Blondie. Angel Eyes is mine.
— All right.