Charles Bronson en el papel de...
Chaney
- Speed: Chaney, I'd like you to meet my old friend Poe. He'll fix up your cuts, bruises - all sorts of good things.
- Poe: I have two years of medical school to recommend me.
- Chaney: Two years doesn't make a doctor.
- Poe: Well, in my third year of studies a small black cloud appeared on campus; I left under it.
- Speed: What he's trying to say is that he's a dyed-in-wool hophead.
- Poe: I have a weakness for opium.
- Chaney: That's a habit that's hard to quit.
- Poe: Some are born to fail, others have it thrust upon them. Could I see your hands?
- Gayleen Schoonover: [leaving the fight with the Cajuns] Come all this way to lose all of our money. Just breaks my heart.
- Speed: Breaks my butt is what it breaks!
- Chaney: Let's drive around the back country roads.
- Pettibon: This has come as quite a setback for us; it was too easy.
- Speed: Ain't nothin' in the rules about *easy*, Mr. Pettibon.
- Chaney: [putting on his shirt] Anything wrong?
- Pettibon: What's wrong, Mr. Chaney, is that you're too good. You're a ringer, Mr. Chaney.
- Speed: Dammit, my man won fair and square; give us our money, goddammit!
- Poe: [noticing several Cajuns walking up behind Pettibon] Steady on, Speed. These boys are not refined.
- [notices one of the Cajuns has a pistol]
- Poe: Somebody always brings a gun.
- Speed: [being pulled toward the car by Poe and Gayleen] Oh, yeah! Well, the next time I come to this coonass place, I'm goin' to bring a gun!
- Pettibon: [laughing] You do that, Speed; just make sure it's a great big one.
- [to his men]
- Pettibon: That's how it's done.
- Lucy Simpson: What does it feel like to knock somebody down?
- Chaney: It makes me feel a hell of a lot better than it does him.
- Lucy Simpson: That's a reason?
- Chaney: Hey, there's no reason about it. Just money.
- Chick Gandil: There's no point in avoiding this thing, you know; it's going to happen.
- Street: He's right.
- Chaney: You want it that much?
- Street: I'm getting paid.
- [Chaney turns away and goes back to his beer]
- Street: I can always reach over and start things right now.
- Chaney: [takes a swig of beer without looking at Street] Yeah, but you won't.
- Street: You don't think so?
- [Chaney finishes his beer and walks past Street to leave]
- Chaney: You're not going to do it for free.