When you have to shoot, shoot. Don’t talk.
You see, in this world, there’s two kinds of people, my friend: those with loaded guns, and those who dig. You dig.[to Tuco]
There are two kinds of people in the world, my friend: those with a rope around their neck and the people who have the job of doing the cutting.
When I start off to find somebody, I find him. That’s why they pay me.
Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We’re gonna have to earn it.
The world is divided into two parts: those who have friends, and those who are lonely, like poor Tuco.
I like big fat men like you. When they fall, they make more noise, and sometimes they never get up.[to Corporal Wallace]
Such ingratitude, after all the times I’ve saved your life.[to Tuco]
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People with ropes around their necks don’t always hang.
If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?
If you miss, you had better miss very well. Whoever double-crosses me and leaves me alive, he understands nothing about Tuco. Nothing.[to Blondie]
Every gun makes its own tune.
