The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
Tuco: You want to know who you are? Huh? Huh? You don't, I do, everyone does... you're the son of a thousand fathers, all bastards like you.
Tuco: I'll kill you.
Blondie:.. If you do that... you'll always be poor... just like the greasy rat you are.
Blondie: You may run the risks, my friend, but I do the cutting. We cut down my percentage---uh, cigar?---liable to interfere with my aim.
Tuco: But if you miss you had better miss very well. Whoever double-crosses me and leaves me alive, he understands nothing about Tuco.
One Armed Man: I've been looking for you for 8 months. Whenever I should have had a gun in my right hand, I thought of you. Now I find you in exactly the position that suits me. I had lots of time to learn to shoot with my left.
[Tuco kills him with a hidden gun]
Tuco: When you have to shoot, shoot, don't talk.
People with ropes around their necks don't always hang.
Even a filthy beggar like that has a protecting angel.
Tuco: I like big fat men like you. When they fall they make more noise!