Chico: Villages like this they make up a song about every big thing that happens. Sing them for years.
Chris Adams: You think it's worth it?
Chico: Don't you?
Chris Adams: It's only a matter of knowing how to shoot a gun. Nothing big about that.
Chico: Hey. How can you talk like this? Your gun has got you everything you have. Isn't that true? Hmm? Well, isn't that true?
Vin: Yeah, sure. Everything. After awhile you can call bartenders and faro dealers by their first name - maybe two hundred of 'em! Rented rooms you live in - five hundred! Meals you eat in hash houses - a thousand! Home - none! Wife - none! Kids... none! Prospects - zero. Suppose I left anything out?
Chris Adams: Yeah. Places you're tied down to - none. People with a hold on you - none. Men you step aside for - none.
Lee: Insults swallowed - none. Enemies - none.
Chris Adams: No enemies?
Lee: Alive.
Chico: Well. This is the kind of arithmetic I like.
Chris Adams: Yeah. So did I at your age.
(The Manificent Seven, 1960)
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The were once among the biggest stars in Hollywood. Now they are all dead.
Here's to all those who passed this year.
I just had a shot.
Would have been interesting if The Yul Brynner and Steve McQueen roles were reversed.
My Favorite line:
(right after a shot is fired a the hearse)
McQueen:- You elected?
Brynner:- No, but I'm nominated pretty good.
'Yul died' carols being sung by a choir
and cold nuts dressed like Eskimos...
et cetera, et cetera, et cetera...
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