Frank

• [Harmonica's brother stands on his shoulders with a rope around his neck, Frank puts a harmonica in his mouth] Keep your lovin' brother happy.
• How can you trust a man who wears both a belt and suspenders? The man can't even trust his own pants.

Dialogue

Harmonica: I saw three of these dusters a short time ago. They were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters there were three men.

Cheyenne: So?

Harmonica: Inside the men there were three bullets.

Cheyenne: That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two reasons. One, nobody around these part's got the guts to wear those dusters except Cheyenne's men. Two, Cheyenne's men don't get killed. That surprise you?

Harmonica: Yeah. Well, you know music and you can count. All the way upto two.

Cheyenne: (Turns the cylinder of his revolver) All the way upto six if I have to.

Frank: Morton once told me I could never be like him. Now I understand why. Wouldn't have bothered him, knowing you were around somewhere alive.

Harmonica: So, you found out you're not a businessman after all.

Frank: Just a man.

Harmonica: An ancient race. Other Mortons will be along, and they'll kill it off.

Frank: The future don't matter to us. Nothing matters now - not the land, not the money, not the woman. I came here to see you. 'Cause I know that now, you'll tell me what you're after.

Harmonica: ...Only at the point of dyin'.

Frank: I know.

Harmonica: And Frank?

Snaky: Frank sent us.

Harmonica: Did you bring a horse for me?

Snaky: (Chuckling) It looks like we're...shy one horse!

Harmonica: You brought two too many. (Harmonica shoots the three henchmen dead)

Jill: What's he waiting for out there? What's he doing?

Cheyenne: He's whittlin' on a piece of wood. I've got a feeling when he stops whittlin'... Somethin's gonna happen.

One of Frank's assistants: What are we gonna do about this one, Frank?

Frank: Now that you've called me by name (the camera moves to Frank's gun pointing to the boy).

Morton: Tell me, was it necessary that you kill all of them? I only told you to scare them.

Frank: People scare better when they're dying.

Cheyenne: Judas was satisfied with 4,970 dollars less.

Harmonica: There weren't no dollars in them days.

Cheyenne: But sons-of-bitches? Yeah.

Jill: Mrs. McBain goes back to civilization. Minus a husband and plus a great future.

Cheyenne: You deserve better.

Jill: The last man who told me that is buried out there.

Cheyenne: You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was for an hour or for a month... he must have been a happy man.

Jill: And you! You saved his life.

Harmonica: I didn't let them kill him. That's not the same thing.

Jill: Will you come back someday?

Harmonica: Someday.

Cheyenne: You make good coffee, strong hot and good.