Tuco «The Ugly»

— «See you soon, i... idi...»
— «Idiots». It's for you.

Now make sure the rope is tight. It's got to hold the weight of a pig. Now put the rope around your neck. That's very good. It's too big for your neck, huh? We fix that right away. I have another system. A little different than yours. I don't shoot the rope, I shoot the legs off the stool.

— 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.

Who the hell is that? One bastard goes in, another comes out.

I like big fat men like you — when they fall, they make more noise. And sometimes they never get up.

— 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 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.