Professionals

Bill Dolworth:
In this desert, nothing's harmless until it's dead

Hans Ehrengard:
Nine more of their horses are still left. You gonna shoot them, too?

Rico:
I guess we'll have to. We can't spare the food and water.

Hans Ehrengard:
We could cut them loose.

Hans Ehrengard:
What's so funny?

Bill Dolworth:
People. We just killed ten men, nobody bats an eye. But when it comes to one of God's most stupid animals . . .

Hans Ehrengard:
But harmless.

Bill Dolworth:
Nothing's harmless in this desert unless it's dead.

Bill Dolworth:
There's only been one revolution since the beginning - the good guys versus the bad guys. The question is - who are the good guys?

Maria Grant:
Yes?

Bill Dolworth:
Just wondering... what makes you worth $100,000.

Maria Grant:
Go to hell.

Bill Dolworth:
Yes ma'am. I'm on my way.

J.W. Grant:
You bastard.

Rico:
Yes sir. In my case an accident of birth. But you, you're a self-made man.

Rico:
What else is on your mind besides one hundred proof women, ninety proof whiskey and fourteen caret gold?

Bill Dolworth:
Amigo, you just wrote my epitaph!

J.W. Grant:
Captain Jesus Raza. Jesus, what a name for the bloodiest cutthroat in Mexico!

Bill Dolworth:
The cemetery of nameless men. We buried some fine friends there.

Rico:
And some fine enemies.

Bill Dolworth:
That was one hell of a fine battle. Out-numbered and out-gunned and still we held that pass.

Rico:
Yeah, but who cares now... or even remembers?

Bill Dolworth:
Rico, buddy. I don't deserve you.

Rico:
I agree. I can understand you getting in a crap game and losing $700 you didn't have, but how'd you lose your pants?

Bill Dolworth:
In a ladies bedroom, trying to raise the cash. Almost had it made, too. Do you realize that people are the only animals that make love face to face?

Bill Dolworth:
Do they know who took the woman?

Rico:
Raza.

Bill Dolworth:
Our Raza? A kidnapper?

Rico:
Grant's got the ransom note to prove it.

Bill Dolworth:
Well I'll be damned.

Rico:
Most of us are.

Rico:
It takes getting used to.

Hans Ehrengard:
Broiling by day. Freezing by night. Alkali dust choking every hole in your body. How in the name of God does anybody live here long enough to get used to it.

Rico:
Men tempered like steel. Tough breed. Men who learn how to endure.

Hans Ehrengard:
Like you and Dolworth.

Rico:
Oh, no. Men like Raza.

Jake Sharp:
We could all do with a rest.

Hans Ehrengard:
A shave would be a relief, too.

Jake Sharp:
So would a bath.

Bill Dolworth:
Might as well throw in a woman. Any size, any age, any color. Any woman.

Jake Sharp:
Mr. D, whatever got a loving man like you in the dynamite business?

Bill Dolworth:
Well, I'll tell you. I was born with a powerful passion to create. I can't write, can't paint, can't make up a song...

Hans Ehrengard:
So you explode things.

Bill Dolworth:
Well that's how the world was born. Biggest damn explosion you ever saw.

Bill Dolworth:
That Chiquita. She can lick a whole regiment, but she can't dance worth a lick.

Maria Grant:
Raza says you and he were good friends.

Bill Dolworth:
That's right.

Maria Grant:
And yet you would have killed him.

Bill Dolworth:
That's right.

Maria Grant:
For money.

Bill Dolworth:
That's right.

Jesus Raza:
How do you come to this dirty business.

Bill Dolworth:
The usual. Money.

Jesus Raza:
Everything is as usual. I need guns and bullets, as usual. The war goes badly, as usual. Only you, you are not as usual.

Bill Dolworth:
What's the proposition?

Rico:
You won't lose your pants. Your life maybe but, what's that?

Bill Dolworth:
Hardly anything at all.

Rico:
You're gonna have to get over this nasty habit of always losing your pants. It's not dignified.

Bill Dolworth:
It's drafty, too.

Hans Ehrengard:
Dynamite in the hands of a fool means death.

Bill Dolworth:
In this case, it could mean life. Ours. If we're lucky enough to get back to this rat trap, it might be touch and go. All you gotta do is light this fuse. You got ten seconds to run like hell. Then dynamite, not fate, will move that mountain into this pass. Peace, brother.