“I have nine different weapons concealed on my body right now. Would you like to choose the one I use to shoot you in the face? Or should i?”

“Do it. Before they send those mutts back or something. I don't want to die like Cato," he says.“Then you shoot me," I say furiously, shoving the weapons back at him. "You shoot me and go home and live with it!" And as I say it, I know death right here, right now would be the easier of the two.”

“You know what I was thinking about on my way home? How different my life would be if you’d made that gash a little deeper. Or how different yours would be if I’d vaulted myself off a roof nine years ago. Do you ever think about things like that? Like, if either you or I wouldn’t have made it, where would the other one be right now? It was something I thought about all the time: how death changes every remaining moment for those still living.”

“[Tuco is in a bubble bath. The One Armed Man enters the room.]One Armed Man: I've been looking for you for 8 months. Whenever I should have had a gun in my right hand, I thought of you. Now I find you in exactly the position that suits me. I had lots of time to learn to shoot with my left.[Tuco kills him with the gun he has hidden in the foam.]Tuco: When you have to shoot, shoot, don't talk.”

“I have to kill you,” he stated, using the full press of his body to hold me to the wall, “But—I have to have you first, Leese.” His mouth was moving toward mine, but my face turned away.“You’re going to have to shoot me,” I replied, a certain amount of bravado still clinging to my moral fiber. “The only man that is going to have me will be the one who loves me.”

“Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now”