Harmonica: [facing three men] And Frank?
Snaky: Frank sent us.
Harmonica: Did you bring a horse for me?
Snaky: Well... looks like we're...
[snickers]
Snaky: ...looks like we're shy one horse.
Harmonica: [shaking head] You brought two too many.
Frank: How can you trust a man that wears both a belt and suspenders? Man can't even trust his own pants.
Cheyenne: By the way, you know anything about a man going around playing the harmonica? He's somebody you'd remember. Instead of talking, he plays. And when he better play, he talks.
Morton: Not bad. Congratulations. Tell me, was it necessary that you kill all of them? I only told you to scare them!
Frank: People scare better when they're dyin'.
Cheyenne: You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was - for an hour or for a month - he must have been a happy man.
Jill: If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself, and even call in your men. Well, no woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory!
Cheyenne: [sighs] You make good coffee, at least?
Cheyenne: Listen, Harmonica, a town built around a railroad - mm mm mm mmm - you could make a fortune, huh? Hundreds of thousands of dollars. Hey, more than that. Thousands of thousands.
Harmonica: They call them "millions."
Cheyenne: "Millions." Hm.
Harmonica: The reward for this man is 5000 dollars, is that right?
Cheyenne: Judas was content for 4970 dollars less.
Harmonica: There were no dollars in them days.
Cheyenne: But sons of bitches... yeah.
Frank: Keep your lovin' brother happy.
Cheyenne: [to Jill] You know what? If I was you, I'd go down there and give those boys a drink. Can't imagine how happy it makes a man to see a woman like you, just to look at her. And if one of them should, uh, pat your behind, just make believe it's nothing. They earned it.
[Frank sits at Morton's desk]
Morton: How does it feel sitting behind that desk, Frank?
Frank: It's almost like holding a gun... only much more powerful.
Harmonica: Now I gotta go. Gonna be a beautiful town, Sweetwater.
Jill: [with tears] I hope you'll come back someday.
Harmonica: Someday.
Cheyenne: You don't understand, Jill. People like that have something inside... something to do with death.
Frank: What do you want? Who are ya?
Harmonica: Dave Jenkins.
Frank: Dave Jenkins is dead a long time ago.
Harmonica: Calder Benson.
Frank: What's your name? Benson's dead, too.
Harmonica: You ought to know, Frank, better than anyone. You killed 'em.
Harmonica: Your friends have a high mortality rate, Frank. First three, then two.
Frank: So, YOU'RE the one who makes appointments.
Harmonica: And you're the one who doesn't keep 'em.
Frank: Who are you?
Harmonica: Jim Cooper, Chuck Youngblood.
Frank: More dead men.
Harmonica: They were all alive until they met you, Frank.
Jill: But... but they were his men.
Harmonica: Yeah.
Jill: And they tried to kill him.
Harmonica: They must've found somebody who pays better.
Jill: And YOU! You saved his life.
Harmonica: I didn't let them kill him, and that's not the same thing.
[last lines]
Cheyenne: Hey, Harmonica, when they do you in, pray it's somebody who knows *where* to shoot. Go away. Go away. Go away, I don't want you to see me die.
