Citas

Pistoleros en el infierno

Drew Dixon: I resolve never to do a dishonest act, or take part in any thieving, robbing, or false undertaking. I will always keep to the straight and narrow, so help me God. It's still a sunny day.

Big Joe: I'd like to get my hands around the throat of the son of a bitch that told me to go west.

Big Joe: My boy, let me give you a little piece of advice. If you're going to pull a gun on somebody, which happens from time to time in these parts, you better fire it about a half a second after you do it... because most men aren't as patient as I am.

Zeb: Yahooo! Whoop! Whooo! That was a deal! Whoo!
Zeb: Are you done already?
Jake Rumsey: I do not waste my time mister. After that ride I gave her, I expect she'll be too tuckered out for the rest of you boys.

Big Joe: [Talking to the posse that's about to hang him] I'll tell ya boys... I'm the oldest whore on the block.

Hobbs: You go ahead and eat your beans, Joe. Me and the boys can take 'em easy. There's only two.
Big Joe: My boy, if it was a blind woman in a wheelchair, I'd still give her the odds.

Big Joe: Damn, Jackson, I wouldn't mind you being so stupid if you was good company, but you ain't even that!

The Farmer: Boys, it was hell on wheels. The worst idea in the world to go west.
Jake Rumsey: Oh, come on now.
The Farmer: No, I ain't lying to you, son. We tried farming the first year and a twister wiped us out. Next year it was the cattlemen, then just pure-D rotten soil. There ain't nobody got no money excepting a few. And even if you do have, there ain't a thing worth having. It rains so much it will give you the chilblains. A dry spell comes along and you choke to death on dust. That is if a bushwhacker don't come along and take your last damn dollar. No, I mean it boys, turn around and go back!

Jake Rumsey: [Trying to restrain Drew] You may not look like much, but you're a real tiger, ain't yuh?

Orin: [Dying with a smoking gunshot wound in his neck] I'm dead! The little rat got me!

Drew Dixon: [Narrating] I killed and ate a skunk today. Taste didn't much enter into it.

Marshal: Chaw?
Big Joe: [Lighting his pipe] When I want to chew on horseshit, I'll let you know.

Big Joe: [to the runaways] Goodbye, boys. Just think of us as some terrible nightmare that came and went. By nightfall you'll forget we were ever here.

Drew Dixon: Marshall, you wouldn't want it on your conscience that you hung an innocent man!
Marshal: Get outta here, kid. I wanna go to bed.

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