Magnificent Seven

Lee:
Yes. The final supreme idiocy. Coming here to hide. The deserter hiding out in the middle of a battlefield.

Vin:
We deal in lead, my friend.

Chico:
But who made us the way we are, huh? Men with guns. Men like Calvera, and men like you... and now me.

Britt:
Nobody throws me my own guns and says run. Nobody.

Calvera:
If God hadn't meant for them to be sheared, he wouldn't have made them sheep.

Hilario:
Even if we had the guns, we know how to plant and grow, we don't know how to kill.

Old Man:
Then learn, or die!

Chamlee:
I'm sorry, friend, but there'll be no funeral.

Henry:
What?

Chamlee:
Oh, the grave is dug and the defunct there is as ready as the embalmers ought to make him. But there'll be no funeral.

Henry:
What's the matter? Didn't I pay enough?

Chamlee:
It's not a question of money. For twenty dollars, I'd plant anybody with a hoop and a holler. But the funeral is off.

Henry:
Now how do you like that. I want him buried, you want him buried and if he could sit up and talk, he'd second the motion. Now that's as unanimous as you can get.

Chamlee:
There's an element in town that objects.

Henry:
Objects? Objects to what?

Chamlee:
They say he isn't fit to be buried there.

Robert:
What? In Boot Hill?

Henry:
Why, there's nothing up there but murderous cutthroats and derelict old barflies, and if they ever felt exclusive brother, they're past it now.

Chamlee:
I don't like it, no sir. I've always treated every man the same: just as another, future customer.

Henry:
Well in that case, get that hearse rolling.

Chamlee:
I can't, my driver's quit!

Robert:
He's prejudiced too, huh?

Chamlee:
Well, when it comes to a chance of getting his head blown off, he's downright bigoted.

Vin:
You elected?

Chris:
Na. I got nominated real good.

Chris:
Job for six men, watching over a village, south of the border.

O'Reilly:
How big's the opposition?

Chris:
Thirty guns.

O'Reilly:
I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.

Chico:
Ah, that was the greatest shot I've ever seen.

Britt:
The worst! I was aiming at the horse.

O'Reilly:
Miguel, didn't I tell you to squeeze? Hm? Just like when you're milking a goat, Miguel.

Miguel:
It's then I get excited!

O'Reilly:
Well don't get excited! Now this time squeeze. Slowly, but squeeze. All right now, squeeze. *Squeeze*! I'll tell you what. Don't shoot the gun. Take the gun like this, and use it like a club!

Old Man:
They are all farmers. Farmers talk of nothing but fertilizer and women. I've never shared their enthusiasm for fertilizer. As for women, I became indifferent when I was eighty-three.

Vin:
Reminds me of that fellow back home that fell off a ten story building.

Chris:
What about him?

Vin:
Well, as he was falling people on each floor kept hearing him say, "So far, so good." Tch... So far, so good!

O'Reilly:
That's a mighty big comfort.

O'Reilly:
Well, now don't you kids be too disappointed if your plans don't work out.

Calvera:
What I don't understand is why a man like you took the job in the first place, hum? Why, heh?

Chris:
I wonder myself.

Calvera:
No, come on, tell me why.

Vin:
It's like this fellow I knew in El Paso. One day, he just took all his clothes off and jumped in a mess of cactus. I asked him that same question, "Why?"

Calvera:
And?

Vin:
He said, "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

O'Reilly:
Don't you ever say that again about your fathers, because they are not cowards. You think I am brave because I carry a gun; well, your fathers are much braver because they carry responsibility, for you, your brothers, your sisters, and your mothers. And this responsibility is like a big rock that weighs a ton. It bends and it twists them until finally it buries them under the ground. And there's nobody says they have to do this. They do it because they love you, and because they want to. I have never had this kind of courage. Running a farm, working like a mule every day with no guarantee anything will ever come of it. This is bravery.

Calvera:
New wall.

Chris:
Lots of new walls, all around.

Calvera:
They won't keep me out!

Chris:
They were built to keep you in.

Chris:
The old man was right. Only the farmers won. We lost. We always lose.

Calvera:
I should have guessed. When my men didn't come back I should have guessed. How many of you did they hire?

Chris:
Enough!

Chris Adams:
I have been paid a lot for my work, but never everything.

Chris:
You forget one thing. We took a contract.

Vin:
It's sure not the kind any court would enforce.

Chris:
That's just the kind you've got to keep.

Calvera:
Generosity, that was my first mistake. I leave these people a little extra, and then they hire these men to make trouble. Shows you, sooner or later, you must answer for every good deed."

Calvera:
Now, to business! I could kill you all. You agree?

Calvera:
Well, you don't disagree!

Chris:
Go find the women.

Chico:
Nah, what for? Let Calvera find them, he'll know what to do with them.

Chris:
If Calvera comes riding in with no idea of the reception we've prepared for him, I promise you we'll all teach him something about the price of corn!

Chris:
Himself.

Hilario:
The feeling I felt in my chest this morning, when I saw Calvera run away from us, that's a feeling worth dying for. Have you ever felt something like that?

Vin:
Not for a long, long time. I envy you.

Hilario:
We'll fight with guns if we have them. If we don't, with machetes, axes, clubs, anything!

Chris:
There's no need to apologize. We weren't expecting flowers and speeches.

Calvera:
Last month we were in San Juan. Rich town. Sit down. Rich town, much blessed by God. Big church. Not like here - little church, priest comes twice a year. BIG one. You'd think we'd find gold candlesticks. Poor box filled to overflowing. Do you know what we found? Brass candlesticks. Almost nothing in the poor box.

Calvera:
I KNOW we took it anyway. I'm trying to show him how little religion some people now have.

Henry:
This man needs to be buried. And soon. He's not turning into any nosegay.

Henry:
Well I'll be damned. I never knew you had to be anything but a corpse to get into Boot Hill. How long's this been going?

Chamlee:
Since the town got civilized.

Hilario:
Very young, and very proud.

Chris:
Well, the graveyards are full of boys who were very young, and very proud.

Chris:
Hello there. I'm a friend of Harry Luck's. He told me you were broke.

O'Reilly:
Nah. I'm doing this because I'm an eccentric millionaire.

Vin:
Twenty dollars? You must be living in style.

Lee:
Yes... I have the most stylish corner of the filthy storeroom out back. That and one plate of beans. Ten dollars a day.

Chris:
He's a good gun, and we aren't heading for a church social.

Chris:
Nah leave him alone. It's a free country.

O'Reilly:
And it's his.

Vin:
You know - I've been in some towns where the girls weren't all that pretty. In fact I've been in some towns where they're downright ugly. But it's the first time I've been in a town where there are no girls at all, 'cept little ones. You know if we're not careful we could have quite a social life here.

Chico:
They're afraid. She's afraid of me, you, him. All of us. Farmers! Their families told them we would rape them.

Chris:
Well we might. But in my opinion you might have given us the benefit of the doubt. But just as you please...

Vin:
What you gonna do when Calvera comes?

Old Man:
At my age, a little excitement is welcome. Don't worry. Why would he kill me? Bullets cost money.

Calvera:
Somehow I don't think you've solved my problem.

Chris:
Solving your problems isn't our line.

Lee:
Do I have any enemies? No, none.

Chris Adams:
No enemies?

Lee:
Alive.