Jake Sharp: Mr. D, whatever got a loving man like you in the dynamite business?
Bill Dolworth: Well, I'll tell you. I was born with a powerful passion to create. I can't write, can't paint, can't make up a song...
Hans Ehrengard: So you explode things.
Bill Dolworth: Well that's how the world was born. Biggest damn explosion you ever saw.

Jake Sharp: We could all do with a rest.
Hans Ehrengard: A shave would be a relief, too.
Jake Sharp: So would a bath.
Bill Dolworth: Might as well throw in a woman. Any size, any age, any color. Any woman.

Jesus Raza: How do you come to this dirty business.
Bill Dolworth: The usual. Money.
Jesus Raza: Everything is as usual. I need guns and bullets, as usual. The war goes badly, as usual. Only you, you are not as usual.

Jesus Raza: La RevoluciÛn is like a great love affair. In the beginning, she is a goddess. A holy cause. But... every love affair has a terrible enemy: time. We see her as she is. La RevoluciÛn is not a goddess but a whore. She was never pure, never saintly, never perfect. And we run away, find another lover, another cause. Quick, sordid affairs. Lust, but no love. Passion, but no compassion. Without love, without a cause, we are... *nothing*! We stay because we believe. We leave because we are disillusioned. We come back because we are lost. We die because we are committed.

Jesus Raza: Where did the bullet bite you?
Bill Dolworth: In the ass. You?
Jesus Raza: [looking at the bullet wound in his thigh] Oh, another two inches, mamacita!

Jesus Raza: You know, of course, one of us must die.
Bill Dolworth: Maybe both of us.
Jesus Raza: To die for money... is foolish.
Bill Dolworth: To die for a woman is *more* foolish. Any woman. Even her.

Bill Dolworth: [examining an arrow] Makes you wonder how we ever beat the Indians.

Bill Dolworth: Maybe there's only one revolution, since the beginning, the good guys against the bad guys. Question is, who are the good guys?

Bill Dolworth: Men on that train are Colorados. Expert marksmen. Also expert at torture. Couple o' years ago they burned and looted a town of three thousand people. When they finished, forty were left. Fardan's wife was one o' the lucky forty. "Why're you a revolutionary?" they asked her. "To rid the world of scum like you," she said. They stripped her naked, ran 'er through the cactus 'til her flesh was - The other thirty-nine rebels watched her die, and - did nothing. Just watched.

Bill Dolworth: Nothing is for always. Except death. Ask Fierro. Ask Francisco. Ask those in the cemetery of nameless men.