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Pike Bishop: [the Gorches are protesting the dividing up of the loot] Sharin' up will be the same as always.
Lyle Gorch: Well, me and Tector don't think that he
[points at Angel]
Lyle Gorch: oughtta get the same amount. He's just startin' out and this is mine and Tector's openin' for a new territory!
Tector Gorch: That's right, and I figure a share to that old goat
[points at Sykes]
Tector Gorch: for watchin' them horses is damn sure a share too much!
Lyle Gorch: So, we decided; it ain't fair.
Pike Bishop: If you two boys don't like equal shares, why in the hell don't you just take all of it?
Pike Bishop: Well, why don't you answer me, you damn yellow-livered trash!
Lyle Gorch: [realizing the rest are backing Pike] Now, Pike, you know damn well...
Pike Bishop: I don't know a damn thing except I either lead this bunch or end it right now.
Bob: [referring to Rio's busted gun hand] It's been six weeks. That hand ain't gettin' no better. I say we lay for Longworth with shotguns and then go rob that bank.
Rio: Ambushin' folks ain't exactly my style, Bob.
Bob: I'd say your style's gettin' a bit slow. We brought you along because you're supposed to be the big man with the iron; but now, I think I could even out pull you.
Rio: [Putting his hand on his gun butt] You're probably right, Bob. You probably could get six into me by the time I get that one into you.
Harmonica: And Frank?
Snaky: Frank sent us.
Harmonica: Did you bring a horse for me?
Snaky: Well... looks like we're...
Snaky: ...looks like we're shy one horse.
Harmonica: You brought two too many.
Jellon Lamb (John Hurt): Forgive me, sir, but I've been stuck here with no one but this sorry sack of Hibernian pig s**t for conversation. Poor, poor Dan O'Reilly. Sit, sir. Drink with me.
[Charlie cocks his gun and points it to Lamb]
Charlie Burns (Guy Pearce): One more crack about the Irish, Mr. Lamb, and I'll shoot you. Am I clear?
Jellon Lamb: Oh, as the waters of Ennis, sir. Let us drink, then, to the Irish. No finer race of men have ever... peeled a potato.
[Charlie cocks his gun again and points it to Lamb]
Charlie Burns: Do you pray, Mr. Lamb?