Quotes

The Magnificent Seven

Josh Faraday: [after watching Jack Horne walk away] I believe that bear was wearing people's clothes.

Goodnight Robicheaux: What a merry band, we are. Me a Grey, Chisolm a Blue, Billy a mysterious man of the Orient, a drunk Irishman, a Texican, a female and her gentlemen caller. This is not going to end well.
Vasquez: I'm Mexican, cabrón. No such thing as a "Texican."
Goodnight Robicheaux: Try telling that to my granddaddy. He died at the Alamo. New Orleans Greys, long barracks, bayonets. Blood, teeth. Mauled by a horde of teeming brown devils.
Vasquez: My grandfather was one of those devils, you know. Toluca Battalion. Hey, maybe my grandfather killed your grandfather, huh?

Josh Faraday: [townsfolk all staring as they eat their dinner] Like being in one of them damn zoos.
Goodnight Robicheaux: Fame is a sarcophagus.
Josh Faraday: You read those in a book, or you just make 'em up as you go?
Goodnight Robicheaux: I'll try to use one-syllable words from now on.
Josh Faraday: What... what's a syllable?
[Robicheaux laughs]

Josh Faraday: [considering their plight] Reminds me of this fella I used to know. Fell off a five-story building. Passed each floor on the way down, people inside heard him say : "So far, so good!" He's dead now.
Josh Faraday: I make good on my horse yet, Sam?
Sam Chisolm: So far, so good.

Jack Horne: To be in the service of others, with men I respect, like you all, I shouldn't have to ask for more than that.

Vasquez: Never trust a people who bury their dead above the ground.
Goodnight Robicheaux: Don't call the alligator "big mouth" till you cross the river.

Jack Horne: Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will have no fear!

Sheriff Harp: Quite a batch of strays.
Jack Horne: I'll say a prayer for you. You know, a *little* prayer.
McCann: Yeah, you'll make a hell of a rug.
Josh Faraday: [standing behind him on the saloon porch] And you'll be murdered - by the world's greatest lover.

Josh Faraday: [to pitiful townsfolk on the practice range] Go on home, polish your rifles. Maybe the glint 'll scare 'em off.

Emma Cullen: [narrating]
[last lines]
Emma Cullen: What ever they were in life, here, at the end, each man stood with courage and honor. They fought for the ones who couldn't fight for themselves, and the died for them, too. All to win something that didn't belong to them. It was - magnificent.

Josh Faraday: [walks up behind her during target practice] Pretty. I mean good. Your shooting is good. Do it again.
Emma Cullen: [interrupts him with a shot] I had a father, thank you.
Josh Faraday: I didn't.
[empties his pistol in a distant tree branch]
Josh Faraday: Whoo! God dang it, I'm good.

Sam Chisolm: Powder Dan ran with an outlaw name of July Bully, may he rest in peace.
Bartender: He's dead?
Sam Chisolm: Yes, sir.
Bartender: How'd he die.
Sam Chisolm: [whispers] I whispered in his ear.
Bartender: Yeah, what's that?
Sam Chisolm: Come here.
[both lean in]
Sam Chisolm: Bring them in.
[guns cocking all around the bar]

Josh Faraday: [to the brother he has spared] I didn't wanna kill him. He shouldn't 'a touched my guns.

Bartholomew Bogue: [crawls into church to get away from Sam] You are a God-fearing man!
[Sam removes his hat for a minute, and steps into the church after Bogue]

Bartholomew Bogue: If God didn't want them to be sheared, he wouldn't have made them sheep.

Vasquez: Well, the lady just did some poking and sticking for you. Maybe you should consider returning the favor, you know?

Emma Cullen: Sir... I have a proposition. We're decent people being driven from our homes. Slaughtered in cold blood.

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