Am I fast, or is Sweden just a very small place?
Is it possible? Is it possible to improve on perfection?
There's a click before the strike. Listen to the clock.
No no no no, you see it's a gun fight. We both have guns. We aim, we fire, you die.
[shouting] This is my town! If you live to see the dawn, it's because I allow it. I'm in charge of everything! I decide who lives or who dies!
Want some breakfast? Or, uh, how 'bout a little of what we had last night?
I'm so damned fast I can wake up at the crack of dawn, rob two banks, a train and a stage coach, shoot the tail feathers off a duck's ass at 300 feet, and still be back in bed before you wake up next to me.
The Smith and Wesson Schofield .45. Just meat and potatoes. Me and Jesse James think it's the best handgun in the world. Had the trigger guard removed, it saves drawin' time. Don't ever wear it when you're drunk, or you'll kill your feet.
All I hear from you, you spineless cowards, is how poor you are; how you can't afford my taxes. Yet somehow, you managed to find the money to hire a gunfighter to kill me. If ya got so much money, I'm just gonna have to take some more. Because clearly some of you haven't got the message! This is my town! I run everything! If you live to see the dawn, it's because I allow it! I decide who lives and who dies!
[Holding a card deck]
[Shows it and its all aces]
We're gonna have to bury this old man deep. He stinks something awful.
[after killing all of Herod's henchmen]
You must be the fastest gun in the west. That or the biggest liar!
Like I always say - put a fox in the henhouse and you'll have chicken for dinner every time.
[carefully sets her cigar down]Say that again.
[kicks the stool out from under him, catches his liquor bottle as he falls, & pours herself a drink]Now, do you have a room available?
Your gunfighter's dead. Old news.
And that concludes the lesson for today.