For a Few Dollars More (1965)
Clint Eastwood: Monco
Monco : [counting reward sums of outlaws he just killed] Ten thousand... twelve thousand... fifteen... sixteen... seventeen... twenty-two. Twenty-two?
[a wounded Groggy comes from behind and raises his gun; Monco whirls and shoots him dead]
Monco : ...Twenty-seven.
Col. Douglas Mortimer : Any trouble, boy?
Monco : No, old man. Thought I was having trouble with my adding. It's all right now.
Monco : Tell me, Colonel... Were you ever young?
Col. Douglas Mortimer : Yup. And just as reckless as you. Then one day, something happened. It made life very precious to me.
Monco : What's that?
[Mortimer shoots a glance at him]
Monco : Or is the question indiscreet?
Col. Douglas Mortimer : [pause, then] No. No, the question isn't indiscreet. But the answer could be.
Monco : Alive or dead? It's your choice.
Sherrif of White Rocks : [Hands Monco the reward money for Red Cavanaugh] Two thousand dollars. It's a lot of money. Takes me three years to earn it!
Monco : Tell me, isn't the sheriff supposed to be courageous, loyal, and above all, honest?
Sherrif of White Rocks : Yeah. That he is.
Monco : [Pulls off his sheriff's star and walks out] I think you people need a new sheriff.
Col. Douglas Mortimer : One from the outside one from the inside.There's no other way.One of us will have to join Indio's gang.
Monco : Why did you look at me when you said one of us?
Col. Douglas Mortimer : Because they don't know you.Wild sees me and his hump will catch on fire.
Monco : Tell me Colonel.How do you propose that I join up with Indio?Maybe bring him a bunch of roses.
[Mortimer has just recovered the watch from Indio, which contains a picture of the woman that Indio raped]
Monco : [peers at the picture] There seems to be a family resemblance.
[He hands Mortimer the similar watch with the same picture he had taken earlier]
Monco : Here.
Col. Douglas Mortimer : [pause, then] Naturally, between brother and sister.
Monco : [to Moprtimer, referring to the watch he took from Mortimer without his knowing] Very careless of you, old man.
Old Prophet : I don't know him, I don't know him, I don't know him!
Monco : Come on now, you know everybody.
Old Prophet : Don't know anybody anymore! I'm dead! Understand?
[Lifts his head from under the covers]
Old Prophet : Well, there was a time when I knew everybody. That was a long time ago, when all this was prairie. But lately everybody's in a hurry, with your damned good-for-nothing trains!
[Mocks a train's wheels moving]
Old Prophet : Toot toot toot *tweet*!
Old Prophet : Disgusting!
[Looks back at Monco]
Old Prophet : One day someone from the railroad comes here to see me and he says, 'Prophet, the railway's gonna go right past your house.' 'Oh, is that so?' I said. 'Mm-hm, yup that's right he says, 'All those trains gonna go right past here, and the best thing for you, Prophet, is to sell your land to the company or else we'll buy Baker's. He lives next to your place, and I'll put the tracks there, and that'll make you go crazy. What do you say, will you sell out to our company, Prophet?' "Oh, is that so?' says I.
[Grins and chuckles]
Old Prophet : He was *very* anxious for me to sell out. You know what I told him about the railroad? You know what I told him he could do with his railroad?
[pulls his blankets over his head and laughs crazily as a train shoots by]
Old Prophet : [after the train passes] You know what my decision about selling was?
Monco : Well, you said no.
Old Prophet : You're right about that! No to him and his damn trains! I wouldn't, no!
Monco : [Finally has had enough] Look, listen to me, old man! You're supposed to be a prophet, and I didn't come here to listen to you rattle on about trains! I want to find out about this man, it's obvious you don't know anything.
Old Prophet : [Angry] No need to be insulting! If that's all you came here to do, you can clear out of my house fast, before I lose my temper, understand?
[Monco shrugs and gets up to the door]
Old Prophet : *Say*! Where you going, hm?
Monco : [Turns around and smirks] I guess I better leave before you go and lose your temper!
Monco : [Mortimer has just outdrawn and killed Indio] Bravo.
Monco : Why this hotel and not some other?
Fernando : You probably wouldn't that other place as much, signor. At that place you'd stay up half the night shooting cockroaches. At this hotel, the rooms will cost you so much less. And there's a landlady at this one, signor!
Monco : Married?
Fernando : Yes, but she doesn't care!