Karl:
I killed a fella back in Texas. A big damn fella too.

Barbarosa:
Well, old Sam Colt makes everybody just about the same size.

Karl:
I didn't shoot him. I hit him with a tree limb.

Barbarosa:
I can't teach you people a damn thing.

Barbarosa:
Always stand still until you're done shooting. Nothin' scares a man more than for you to be standin' still when you should be runnin' like a spotted assed ape.

Barbarosa:
You ain't got enough ass in your britches to pull the trigger on Barbarosa.

Barbarosa:
Drop those saddlebags and help me up, dammit!

Barbarosa:
Why'd you drop them down there?

Karl:
Well, you said to drop them and help you!

Barbarosa:
We already been down there!

Barbarosa:
Why don't you go ahead and just rain on me then?

Karl:
Are you all right?

Barbarosa:
No, I ain't all right! Do I look all right?

Karl:
Well, you look better than you did when you was at the bottom of that grave.

Barbarosa:
Did you have bad trouble back there.

Karl Westover:
Yes, sir.

Barbarosa:
Well, the Mexicans got a saying - what cannot be remedied must be endured.

Don Braulio Zuvalla:
Eduardo. You are the one. You will go after Barabarosa. Will you know him?

Eduardo:
Si, I will know him. From the songs we sing and the stories we tell, I will know him.

Don Braulio Zuvalla:
Kill him; kill this Barbarosa. Bring me his cojones. Bring them to me on a stick so we can see them and honor you.

Angel:
You are on my road, senor.

Barbarosa:
This is your road? I don't see any signs. You see any signs, farm boy? You should put up a sign; this is my road.

Angel:
Signs? Look around you, there are signs everywhere (nods toward armed bandits). Maybe you don't know who I am.

Barbarosa:
I think I recognize you. You're Mr. Shit.

Angel:
I am Angel Morales.

Barbarosa:
Do you know who I am?

Angel:
Si, senor; I know who you are.

Barbarosa:
(to Karl) We might be in a little trouble here.