- Escudo: Ah, poor Ballantine, who died in the moment of our triumph. So artistic! So generous! And the most honest of us all. I weep for him! May his good soul go to heaven and then be greeted by our Lord above. Wait! This now means there's only four of us! So we divide his share between us, huh?
- Major Metternich: [to Ballantine] *I* would not have given you the honor of being executed by a firing squad.
- [Sabata catches an Austrian agent in a snare]
- Sabata: Hang around, I'll be back.
- Austrian agent: [furious] I'll get you when I get down!
- [Sabata shoots the rope in two with a small pistol. The agent falls head first onto an accordion, and the instrument produces a sour note]
- Sabata: [looks back impassively] You played that *rotten!
- Colonel Skimmel: The worst kind of informer. For gold he would have betrayed his own mother... or us. My father, Admiral Von Skimmel, used to hang such traitors from the *mast*!