Buono, il brutto, il cattivo

You see in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend. Those with loaded guns, and those who dig. You dig.

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.

There are two kinds of spurs, my friend: those that come in by the door, and those that come in by the window.

The world is divided into two parts: those who have friends, and those who are lonely, like poor Tuco.

Whoever has the most liquor to get the soldiers drunk and send them to be slaughtered... is the winner.

But when I'm paid... I always see the job through.

Even a filthy beggar like that has got a protecting angel. A golden-haired angel watches over him.

— The war's over for you. Put those clothes on.
— Why?
— We're going for a ride.
— Where?
— To find 200,000 dollars. I know the name of the cemetery now. And you know the name of the grave.
— You're not going to give me the same treatment?
— Would you talk?
— No. Probably not.
— That's what I thought. Not that you're any tougher than Tuco, but you're smart enough to know that talking won't save you.
— And Tuco? Is he...
— No. Not yet. But he's in very good hands. You've changed partners, but you've still got the same deal. I'm not greedy. I'm only taking half. There's two of us. Should make it easier than just one.