The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

[Tuco spits on the ground as he's carried into town. His hands are tied behind on his back, and he's slung over Blondie's horse like a rug]
Tuco: ¡Hijo de una puta que te parió! You'll pay for this! I hope you end up in a graveyard, with the cholera and the rabies and the plague! Cut me loose! Cut me loose, you filthy bastard! Put me down! I hope your mother ends up in a

two-dollar whorehouse! Cut me loose! Cut me loose!
[Blondie arrives at the Sheriff's office]
Tuco: Let me go, and I'll pardon you. Let me go! I think I feel sick. The blood is bursting through my...
[Blondie pulls Tuco off the horse and holds him against an awning beam]
Tuco: I'm dry, Blondie. Water...
[He spits in Blondie's face

and laughs giddily. Blondie slaps him]

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Pardue the Hotel Owner: This morning l heard the whole thing. They say Colonel Canby's closing in with his Northerners, and no later than tomorrow that they'll be in the city. That's why these Southerners are getting out! You see, as soon as these cowards hear there are blue shirts around, they run. These rebels have no will to fight.
Pardue's Wife: Poor things.

Pardue the Hotel Owner: They'll soon be finished. We get rid of these bastards... then we begin making money on those Yankees. They carry gold, not paper dollars. And they're going to beat the South. Look, see that one with the white beard sitting in the wagon? General Sibley. He looks dead. He's finally getting out of our hair.
[He starts cheering sarcastically at the

Confederates]
Pardue the Hotel Owner: Hooray for Dixie! Hooray! Hooray for Dixie!