Clint Eastwood credited as playing...
Hogan
- Sara: [Wants Hogan to bury the three men he's just killed] Do you have a shovel?
- Hogan: Sister, raise your eyes to heaven.
- [They both look up at the sky, to see vultures circling overhead]
- Hogan: Now are they or are they not God's creatures?
- Sara: Of course they are.
- Hogan: Well, why do you want to rob them of all this convenient nourishment?
- Hogan: [after killing Sara's rapists and she asks him to bury them] Sister, I don't mind shootin' em' for ya, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna sweat over 'em for ya.
- Hogan: How 'bout you, ma'am? Haven't you ever wanted to be a whole woman? Have a man make love to you? Have children?
- Sara: [Demurely] I've chosen a different way of life.
- Hogan: Well, what about when you get those feelings that your God gave every woman, including you? You know, I always wondered about that.
- Sara: Well, we're human, of course. When we get those feelings, uh... we pray until they pass.
- Hogan: In your case, sister, just how much prayin' does that take?
- Hogan: By the way, Sister, I guess I owe you an apology. When I was trying to get you up the tree, I...
- Sara: Oh, no apology is necessary, Mr. Hogan. In emergencies, the Church grants dispensation. It's no sin that you pushed me up the tree with your hands on my ass.
- Hogan: [Shocked] Where'd you learn that kind of English?
- Sara: What kind?
- Hogan: "Ass."
- Sara: Oh, in the convent. Sister Harriet taught us words for parts of the body. This part she called the ass.
- Hogan: Where is this Sister Harriet from, anyway?
- Sara: New Orleans. Why?
- Hogan: I'd sure as hell like to know what she did before she became a nun.
- Sara: Hello, Mr Hogan.
- Hogan: How do, Sister?
- Sara: Glad to see you're back safe.
- Hogan: Waiting for the dynamite?
- Sara: And you.
- Hogan: What, me personal?
- Sara: Mm, I missed you. Yeah.
- Hogan: It's felt kinda wrong the past few days not having you slowing me up.
- Sara: Did it?
- Hogan: Yeah, damn it.
- Sara: What's the matter?
- Hogan: Well, you see, there's a problem, Sister... I should have never met up with you in the first place.
- Hogan: [With Yaqui arrow stuck in his chest] I don't know if this arrow's near my heart; I don't think so. Of course... some women say my heart ain't exactly in the right place.
- Col. Beltran: This is better than killing each other, no?
- Hogan: I only figured there was going to be one funeral... Catholic.
- Col. Beltran: Oh? I didn't know you were Catholic.
- Hogan: Sister Sara, you're gonna slow me up some, but I'm gonna take you to one of those guerilla bands you're looking for.
- Sara: Do you belong to one of them?
- Hogan: Till I get paid, yeah.
- Sara: Paid? You mean in gold?
- Hogan: Well, let's put it this way: they pay me off in tortillas, I'm gonna shoot 'em right in the eye.
- Sara: But the Juaristas are too poor to hire anybody.
- Hogan: Well, I made a deal to work out a plan to take the garrison. If it pays off then I get half the French treasury.
- Sara: Then you don't have any sympathy for their cause?
- Hogan: Not theirs or anybody else's. See I spent two years in a war in the States. Right now, all I'm interested in is money.
- Sara: If money is all you care about then why did you fight in that war?
- Hogan: Everybody's got a right to be a sucker once.
- Hogan: [Sister Sara is carving a niche in the shaft of an arrow shot in Hogan's shoulder as Hogan is getting drunk so the arrow can be disloged with less pain. Hogan is impressed with Sister Sara's handiwork] "That's right you are married to a carpenter."
- [an obvious reference to nuns being married to Jesus who was a carpenter]
- Sara: Sober up! You sober up, you dirty bastard or I'll kill you! Sit up! Now, tell me when to hold my breath... Dear Mary, Mother of God, help this no-good atheist to shoot straight.
- Hogan: Hold your breath.
- Hogan: [after shooting straight at the dynamite] What did I tell you? Did I or did I not hear you call me a bastard?
- Sara: Well, I suppose whiskey can make a man hear anything. Dear Lord, forgive him for the impurity of his thoughts.
- Hogan: In any army I ever knew, a colonel commands a full regiment.
- Col. Beltran: Yes, in a parade. But not with the fighting we've been through.
- Sara: [Incapacitated due to the arrow wound, Hogan is having Sara climb a high train trestle to set a charge of dynamite] If I climb that trestle, I'll fall.
- Hogan: A fine, psalm-singin' hypocrite you are! The French are gonna' slaughter a whole outfit of your Juaristas, and you're the only one who can help 'em. And you won't climb one lousy, stinkin' trestle.
- Sara: Mr. Hogan, you should be happy you're still alive. What do you want from life, anyway? A ranch? Cattle? What do you want?
- Hogan: A ranch? You mean get up at sunrise, go to bed at sunset, rearin' the saddle all day. No thanks, sister, I'd rather be dead. No sister, there's this town called San Francisco that's booming. And if I get this stake, well, I'm gonna' open myself up the biggest gambling saloon in the whole area. With long red mahogany bars and green felt tables. And we'll play roulette, and dice and faro and all those wonderful games. And I realize that doesn't mean much to you, but to me, that's livin'.
- Sara: [Faint smile] Some men have strange dreams.
- Hogan: [Sister Sara has traded her mule for a peasant's burro. Hogan is incredulous] Your mule for that burro? Well, if that gentleman traded you even, you won't be meetin' up with him in heaven.