J.W. Grant: You bastard.
Rico: Yes sir. In my case an accident of birth. But you, you're a self-made man.
Bill Dolworth: Men on that train are Colorados. Expert marksmen. Also expert at torture. Couple o' years ago they burned and looted a town of three thousand people. When they finished, forty were left. Fardan's wife was one o' the lucky forty. "Why're you a revolutionary?" they asked her. "To rid the world of scum like you," she said. They stripped her naked, ran 'er through the cactus 'til her flesh was - The other thirty-nine rebels watched her die, and - did nothing. Just watched.
Jake Sharp: A cloud o' dust! Could be Mister Raza.
Hans Ehrengard: Could be most anything. Even a whirling dervish.
Rico: That, gentlemen, is the whirlingest dervish of them all.
Bill Dolworth: Rico, buddy. I don't deserve you.
Rico: I agree. I can understand you getting in a crap game and losing $700 you didn't have, but how'd you lose your pants?
Bill Dolworth: In a ladies bedroom, trying to raise the cash. Almost had it made, too. Do you realise that people are the only animals that make love face to face?
J.W. Grant: I'm afraid you'll have to make them do.
Hans Ehrengard: Mister Grant, I can make them go, but I can't make 'em do.
Rico: It takes getting used to.
Hans Ehrengard: Broiling by day. Freezing by night. Alkali dust choking every hole in your body. How in the name of God does anybody live here long enough to get used to it.
Rico: Men tempered like steel. Tough breed. Men who learn how to endure.
Hans Ehrengard: Like you and Dolworth.
Rico: Oh, no. Men like Raza.