Per un pugno di dollari

Joe:
Crazy bellringer was right, there's money to be made in a place like this.

Joe:
Get three coffins ready.

Joe:
My mistake. Four coffins...

Joe:
I don't think it's nice, you laughin'. You see, my mule don't like people laughing. He gets the crazy idea you're laughin' at him. Now if you apologize, like I know you're going to, I might convince him that you really didn't mean it.

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

Joe:
You shoot to kill, you better hit the heart. Your own words, Ramone.

Joe:
The heart, Ramone. Don't forget the heart. Aim for the heart, or you'll never stop me.

Joe:
To kill a man you shoot him in the heart. Isn't that what you said, Ramon?

Chico:
Our orders are to make sure he does not die... but also to make sure he regrets the day he was born.

John Baxter:
Wait! Ramon! We'll pack up we'll leave, anything!

Ramon Rojo:
Are you sure Baxter?

John Baxter:
I swear it Ramon.

Ramon Rojo:
Maybe you should discuss it with your wife. I don't think she'll be too happy!

Juan De Dios:
You'll get rich here, or you'll be killed. Juan De Dios tolls the bell again.

Joe:
Mmh. Well, guess your government will be glad to see that gold back.

Silvanito:
And you? You don't want to be here when they get it, eh?

Joe:
You mean the Mexican goverment on one side? Maybe the Americans on the other side? Me right smack in the middle? Uhn-hn. Too dangerous. So long.

Silvanito:
Adios.