Oh, my God! You killed Kenny!
He’s dead, sir.
We killed a man, Drew. Shot him in the back. A mountain man. A cracker.
Kid, there’s something I ought to tell you. I never shot anybody before.
Well, it got so that every piss-ant prairie punk who thought he could shoot a gun would ride into town to try out the Waco Kid. I must have killed more men than Cecil B. DeMille. It got pretty gritty. I started to hear the word “draw” in my sleep. Then one day, I was just walking down the street when I heard a voice behind me say, “Reach for it, mister!” I spun around… and there I was, face to face with a six-year old kid. Well, I just threw my guns down and walked away.
Little bastard shot me in the ass.
I hurt somebody’s feelings once.
I need your help. I can’t tell you what it is, you can never ask me about it later, and we’re gonna hurt some people.
You got to help me ! I don’t know what to do ! I can’t make decisions, I’m a president !
I need you, Jesse. We got special work to do here, you and me. You’ve got the body… And I’ve got the brain!
You ugly, great brute. You have sadism stamped all over your bloated British kisser!
England is under threat of invasion, and though we be on the far side of the world, this ship is our home. This ship IS England!
We’re going to need a bigger boat.
He’s moving up on us! I wonder if he’s using the same wind we are using.
Well, he’s a bit of a Boer, isn’t he?
Don’t you think South Africa has went through enough shit without you coming in fucking it up even more?
Stand down, Captain. That’s an order.
Esposito, you’re not dead until I TELL you you’re dead.
Order, eh? Who does he think he is?
Well, when you take command, old boy, you’re on your own. One of the first things that the general - my grandfather - ever taught me.
Oh, and I suppose you have a better idea?