Joe

— Very soon you are going to be rich!
— Actually, this is the only reason that persuades me to stay here.

— Somebody has to run the place, every town has a boss.
— That's true, but when there are two around, then there is one too many.

— Didn't you get the idea? We don't like to see dummies like you in town. Where's your mule? You let him get away from you?
— That's what I want to talk to you about. He's feeling real bad.
— Who?
— My mule. He got all riled up when you men fired those shots at his feet. And now he refuses to be reasonable.
— Are you making some kind of joke?
— No. I understand that you men were just playing around, but the mule, he just doesn't get it. Of course, if you were to all apologize... I don't think it's nice you laughing. My mule doesn't like people laughing. He gets the crazy idea you're laughing at him. Now if you apologize, you'll get away with some kicks in the mouth.

When a man's got money in his pocket, he begins to appreciate peace.

— What do you think they're carrying in the coach?
— It'd be easy to find out. Get up close to it and take a look inside. If they fire at you, you know it's gold.
— Not a bad idea.

— With all of the trouble we have, all we needed was you! What are you looking for?
— Food and something to drink.
— Water is over there.
— No, no water.
— Eating and drinking and killing. That's all you can do, just like the rest of your kind.
— That's right. By the way, you'll have to mark this up.
— I know, you have no money. After all, you just got into town. But if you don't mind doing a little killing, you will have no trouble finding someone eager to pay you.

— Any town that sells guns and liquor has gotta be a rich one.
— Not the town, only those who command and sell those goods. The bosses are the ones who are rich.

— The Baxters over there... the Rojos there. Me right in the middle.
— What've you got to do with that?
— Crazy bell ringer was right. There's money to be made in this place.

— Well, guess your government will be glad to see that gold back.
— And you don't want to be here when they get it?
— You mean the Mexican government on one side, the Americans on the other side and me, right smack in the middle? Mh... Too dangerous.

Well, if you're the sheriff, you better get these men underground.

Get three coffins ready. <...> My mistake, four coffins.

I don't think it's nice you laughing.