Jack Beauregard:
Folks that throw dirt on you aren't always trying to hurt you, and folks that pull you out of a jam aren't always trying to help you. But the main point is when you're up to your nose in shit, keep your mouth shut.
Nobody:
[
reads the names on the crosses in the Indian cemetery] Sam Peckinpah. That's a beautiful name in Navajo.
Nobody:
It's always the best who are the first to go.
Jack Beauregard:
Which means you ain't going nowhere.
Jack Beauregard:
You're sure trying hard to make a hero out of me.
Nobody:
You're that already. You just need a special act, something that'll make your name a legend.
Jack Beauregard:
What I don't understand is what difference it makes to you.
Nobody:
If a man is a man, he needs someone to believe in.
Jack Beauregard:
I've met all kinds in my life. Thieves and killers. Pimps and prostitutes. Con men and preachers. Even a few fellas that told the truth. The kind of man you're talking about, never.
Nobody:
Maybe you've never met them. Or hardly ever. But they're the only ones who count.
Nobody:
I see it clear as crystal. Jack Beauregard standing alone, facing the Wild Bunch. Just think of it. You'll be written up in all the history books.
Jack Beauregard:
You'll be down on Earth reading them while I'm up there playing on a harp.
Jack Beauregard:
You shine like the door of a whorehouse. A blind man could spot you ten miles off.
Nobody:
I like folks to see me.
Jack Beauregard:
Maybe folks don't share your pleasure.
Leader of the Wild Bunch:
Two things go straight to a man's heart, bullets and gold.
Nobody:
The secret of a long life is you try not to shorten it.
Jack Beauregard:
Son, let me give you a little advice. You start admiring someone, pretty soon you're envious so you start showing off, taking chances. Before you know it, you're dead.
Nobody:
Well, it ain't good for some folks to live too long.
Jack Beauregard:
Fact is, you saved my life today. But I'd rather it was my fault I got shot than your fault I didn't.
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