The Magnificent Seven1960

[The surviving gunmen are preparing to ride out of the village.]

Old Man:
You could e-stay, you know.They would not be sorry to have you e-stay.

Chris Adams:
They won't be sorry to see us go, either.

Old Man:
(nods) The fighting is over. Your work is done. For them, each season has its tasks. If there were a season for gratitude, they'd show it more.

Vin:
We didn't get any more than we expected, old man.

Old Man:
Only the farmers have won. They remain forever. They are like the land itself. You helped rid them of Calvera the way a strong wind helps rid them of locusts. You are like the wind, blowing across the land and... passing on. Vaya con Dios.

Chris:
Adios.