The Wild Bunch1969

Pike:
I don't know why the hell I didn't let them kill you.

Angel:
Listen, I'm not going to steal guns for that devil to rob and kill my people again.

Dutch:
Noble, noble. Very noble.

Sykes:
I didn't see no tears roll down your cheeks when you rode in from Starbuck.

Angel:
Ah, they were not my people. I care about my people, my village. Mexico!

Sykes:
Listen boy, you ride with us, your village don't count. If it does, you just don't go along.

Angel:
Then I don't go along.

Dutch:
Angel, one load of guns ain't gonna stop 'em raidin' villages. Well, you oughta be thinkin' about all the money you're gonna have.

Pike:
Buy 'em a ranch. Move 'em a thousand miles. Buy 'em two, three ranches.

Dutch:
One, a very small one.

Angel:
Don't you see? This is their land. And no one is gonna drive them away.

Sykes:
I'll drink to that sentiment. And to love. But most of all, I'll drink to gold.

Pike:
Angel, you're a pain in the ass.

Angel:
Would you give guns to someone to kill your father or your mother or your brother?

Pike:
Ten thousand cuts an awful lot of family ties.

Angel:
My people have no guns. But with guns, my people could fight. If I could take guns, I would come with you.

Dutch:
Hey, um, how many cases of rifles did Zamorra say was in that shipment?

Pike:
Sixteen.

Dutch:
Well, give him one.

Pike:
All right. One case and one case of ammo. But you give up your share of the gold.

Angel:
I will.

Pike:
We know you will.