Man With No Name: The way I figure, there's really not too much future with a sawed-off runt like you.
Tuco: I'll kill you.
Man With No Name: If you do that... You'll always be poor... Just like the greasy rat you are.
Tuco: There are two kinds of spurs, my friend. Those that come in by the door; those that come in by the window.
Man With No Name: Every gun makes its own tune.
Tuco: You became a priest because you were too much of a coward to do what I do.
Tuco: Hurrah! Hurrah for the Confederacy! HURRAH! Down with General Grant! Hurrah for General... What's his name? Lee! LEE! Ha ha. God is with us because he hates the Yanks too. HURRAH!
Man With No Name: God is not on our side because he hates idiots also.