Barquero

[first lines]

Boy:
Hey mister.

Travis:
What?

Boy:
You're strong, ain't 'cha?

Travis:
Yeah. Suppose so.

Boy:
How long did it take ya?

Travis:
To do what?

Boy:
To build the boat. This man said that you built the boat. How long did it take?

Travis:
Quite a while.

Boy:
That sure is a great gun there.

Travis:
Mmm hmm...

Boy:
How many Indians did ya kill with it?

Travis:
None. But I shot and scalped a lot of freckle-faced kids.

Remy:
[to prostitute during gun battle] You live in a lousy neighborhood, you oughta move.

Remy:
[delirious] I shot the river.

Anna:
Back east I read books about men taming the wilderness. I dreamed about those men. They weren't like you. They weren't like you, they were statues that people could look up to. The only resemblance you bear to a statue is pigeon droppings.

Travis:
There may be hope for you yet.

Anna:
No, Travis, you're the one there's no hope for. After you're dead, me and my kind will still be here, and everything will be ours. You're like those prehistoric beasts that become extinct. Oh, they'll still write nice stories about your kind, you'll be a hero and all that. But most of all you'll be dead.

[last lines]

Remy:
We might a gotten along pretty good if it weren't for that barge. Now probably down in Mexico, we'd a killed a bottle of tequila together, wouldn't we?

Travis:
We'd a killed something, that's for sure.