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Unforgiven

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Unforgiven is a 1992 Western film which tells the story of a retired gunslinger who takes on one more job in order to avenge a prostitute who was brutally slashed.

Directed by Clint Eastwood. Written by David Webb Peoples.

Will Munny

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  • All right now, I'm comin' out. Any man I see out there, I'm gonna kill him. Any son of a bitch that takes a shot at me, I'm not only gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill his wife, all his friends, burn his damn house down!
  • You better bury Ned right! Better not cut up nor otherwise harm no whores, or I'll come back and kill every one of you sons of bitches.

Little Bill Daggett

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  • [to English Bob] You been talking about the queen again? [punches him] On Independence Day?
  • I guess you think I'm kicking you, Bob. But it ain't so. What I'm doing is talking. You hear? I'm talking to all those goons down there in Kansas. I'm talking to all those villains in Missouri and all those villains down there in Cheyenne. I'm telling 'em there ain't no whores' gold! Even if there was, well, they wouldn't want to come looking for it anyhow!
  • I suppose you know, Bob, if I ever see you again I'm just going to start shooting and figure it was self-defense.
  • Now Ned, them whores are going to tell different lies than you. And when their lies ain't the same as your lies— Well, I ain't gonna hurt no woman. But I'm gonna hurt you. And not gentle like before, but bad!

Others

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  • English Bob: [discussing the assassination of President Garfield] If you were to try to assassinate a king, sir, the — how shall I say it? — the aura of royalty would cause you to miss. But, a president— [chuckles] I mean, why not shoot a president?
  • English Bob: [accent changing rapidly from plummy English to Cockney] A plague on you. A plague on the whole stinking lot of ya, without morals or laws. And all you whores got no laws. You got no honor. It's no wonder you all emigrated to America, because they wouldn't have you in England. You're a lot of savages, that's what you all are. A bunch of bloody savages. A plague on you. I'll be back.
  • Clyde: [about the house the Sheriff's building] You know, he don't have a straight angle in that whole god-damned porch, or the whole house for that matter. He is the worst damn carpenter.
  • Skinny Dubois: You know how women lie.
  • Strawberry Alice: Just because we let them smelly fools ride us like horses don't mean we gotta let 'em brand us like horses. Maybe we ain't nothing but whores but we, by god, we ain't horses.

Dialogue

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Schofield Kid: Like I was saying, you don't look no meaner-than-hell, cold-blooded damn killer.
Will Munny: Maybe I ain't.
Kid: Yeah, well, Uncle Pete says you was the meanest goddamn son of a bitch alive, and if I ever wanted a partner for a killin', you were the worst one. Meaning the best, on account as you're as cold as the snow and you don't have no weak nerve nor fear.
Will: Pete said that, huh?
Kid: Yeah, yeah he did. I'm a damn killer myself, 'cept, uh, I ain't killed as many as you on account of my youth.
Ned Logan: Hell, Will. We ain't bad men no more. Shit, we're farmers.
Will Munny: Should be easy killing them, supposing they don't go on down to Texas first.
Ned: How long has it been since you fired a gun at a man, Will? Nine, ten years?
Will: Eleven.
Ned: Easy, huh? Hell, I don't know that it was all that easy even back then. And we was young and full of beans. I mean, if you was mad at 'em, Will, I mean. If they'd done you some wrong, I could see shooting 'em.
Will: We done stuff for money before, Ned.
Ned: Yeah, we thought we did. All right, so what did these fellas do? Cheat at cards? Steal some strays? Spit on a rich fella? What?
Will: No, they cut up a woman.
Ned: What?
Will: Yeah, they cut up her face, cut her eyes out, cut her fingers off, cut her teats, everything but her cunny, I suppose.
Ned: I'll be dogg - Golly, I guess they got it comin'. 'Course, you know, Will, if Claudia was alive you wouldn't be doin' this.
Will Munny: I ain't the same, Ned! Claudia, she straightened me up, cleared me of drinkin' whiskey and all. Just 'cause we're goin' on this killing, that don't mean I'm gonna go back to bein' the way I was. I just need the money, get a new start for them youngsters.
Ned Logan: Yeah.
Will: Ned, remember that drover I shot through the mouth, teeth came out the back of his head?
Ned: Yeah
Will: I think about him now and again. He didn't do anything to deserve to get shot, at least not that I could remember when I sobered up.
Ned: You was one crazy son of a bitch, Will.
Will: Yeah, no one liked me. Mountain boys all thought I was gonna shoot 'em out of pure meanness.
Ned: Well, you ain't like that no more.
Will: Eagle, he hated my guts. Bonaparte didn't think too much of me either.
Ned: Quincy neither.
Will: Nah. Quincy used to just watch all the time, scared.
Ned: Well, like I said, you ain't like that no more.
Will: That's right. I'm just a fella now. I ain't no different than anyone else no more.
Little Bill Daggett: It's been a long time, Bob. You run out of Chinamen?
English Bob: Little Bill! Well, I thought you was — Well, I thought that you were dead. I see you've shaved your chin whiskers off.
Little Bill: I was tasting the soup two hours after I et [ate] it.
English Bob: Well, actually, what I heard was that you fell off your horse — drunk, of course — and that you broke your bloody neck.
Little Bill: I heard that one myself, Bob. Hell, I even thought I was dead 'til I found out it was just that I was in Nebraska.
Little Bill Daggett: You see, the night that Corky walked into the Blue Bottle, and before he knows what's happening, Bob here takes a shot at him! And he misses, 'cause he's so damn drunk. Now that bullet whizzing by panicked old Corky, and he did the wrong thing. He went for his gun in such a hurry that he shot his own damn toe off. Meantime Bob here, he's aiming real good, and he squeezes off another, but he misses, because he's still so damn drunk, and he hits this thousand-dollar mirror up over the bar. And now, the Duck of Death is as good as dead, because Corky does it right. He aims real careful, no hurry...
W.W. Beauchamp: And...?
Little Bill: Bam! That Walker Colt blew up in his hand, which was a failing common to that model. You see, if Corky had had two guns instead of just a big dick, he would have been there right to the end to defend himself.
Beauchamp: Wait a minute. You mean that English Bob killed him, when he didn't even have...
Little Bill: Well, old Bob wasn't gonna wait for Corky to grow a new hand. No, he just walked over there real slow - 'cause he was drunk - and shot him right through the liver.
W.W. Beauchamp: So, Corky was actually quicker on the draw than the D— than English Bob?
Little Bill Daggett: Quicker was his whole damn problem. If he hadn't been in such a hurry, he wouldn't have shot his own toe off. Look son, being a good shot, being quick with a pistol, that don't do no harm, but it don't mean much next to being cool-headed. A man who will keep his head and not get rattled under fire, like as not, he'll kill you. Look here.[stands and draws his gun] That's about as fast as I can draw, and aim, and hit anything more than ten feet away, 'less it's a barn.
Beauchamp: But if he doesn't miss?
Little Bill: Then he'll kill you. [chuckles] Yeah, that's why there's so few dangerous men around like old Bob, like me. It ain't so easy to shoot a man anyhow, especially if the son-of-a-bitch is shootin' back at you. I mean, that'll just flat rattle some folks.
Will Munny: I seen him, Ned. I seen the angel of death. I seen a river, Ned. He's got snake eyes!
Ned Logan: Who Will? Who's got snake eyes?
Will: It's the angel of death. Oh Ned, I'm scared of dyin'.
Ned: Easy, partner. Easy.
Will: I seen Claudia too.
Ned: That's good, Will. That's good you saw Claudia, ain't it?
Will: Her face was all covered with worms! Oh Ned, I'm scared. I'm dyin'. Keep your word. Don't tell nobody — don't tell my kids — none of the things I done. Hear me?
Ned: All right, Will.
Strawberry Alice: You just kicked the shit out of an innocent man.
Little Bill Daggett: Innocent? Innocent of what?
Ned Logan: I sure do miss my bed.
Will Munny: You said that last night.
Ned: No. last night I said I missed my wife. Tonight I just miss my dadgummed bed.
Delilah Fitzgerald: Are you really going to kill them cowboys?
Will Munny: I guess. There's still a payment comin', isn't there?
Delilah: [nods] Them other two, your friends, they been takin' advances on the payment.
Will: Advances?
Delilah: Free ones.
Will: Free ones?
Delilah: Alice and Silky been givin' 'em free ones.
Will: Oh, I see.
Delilah: Would you like a free one?
Will: No, I guess not.
Delilah: I uh— I didn't mean with me. I meant Alice and Silky would be happy to give you a free one if you really wanted one, I guess. That's all I meant.
Will: Oh, I didn't mean I didn't want a free one on account of you being cut up and all. What I said the other day about lookin' like me, that ain't true. You ain't ugly like me. It's just that we both have got scars. But you're a beautiful woman and if I was to want a free one I'd want it with you, I guess, more than them other two. It's just that I can't on account of my wife.
Davey: I'm dyin' boys. Jesus, I'm so thirsty.
Will Munny: Give him a drink of water, goddamn it. Will you give him a drink of water for Christ's sake? We ain't gonna shoot.
Schofield Kid: Say, Will?
Will Munny: Yeah?
Kid: That was the first one.
Will: First one what?
Kid: First one I ever killed.
Will: Yeah?
Kid: You know how I said I shot five men? It weren't true. That Mexican who come at me with a knife? I just busted his leg with a shovel. I didn't kill him or nothin' neither.
Will: Well, you sure killed the hell outta that fella today.
Kid: Hell yeah! I killed the hell out of him, didn't I? Three shots and he was takin' a shit!
Will: Take a drink, kid.
Kid: Jesus Christ! It don't seem real. Guy ain't gonna never breathe again ever. Now he's dead, and the other one too, all on account of pullin' a trigger.
Will: It's a hell of a thing, killin' a man. You take away all he's got and all he's ever gonna have.
Kid: Yeah. Well, I guess they had it comin'.
Will: We all have it comin', kid.
Will Munny: Wanna help me count this, kid?
Schofield Kid: I trust you.
Will: Don't go trusting me too much.
Schofield Kid: [handing Will his gun] You go on. Keep it. I'm never gonna use it again. I don't kill nobody no more. I ain't like you, Will. [indicating the money] Go on, keep it — all of it. It's yours.
Will Munny: What about the spectacles and fancy clothes?
Kid: I guess I'd rather be blind and ragged than dead.
Will: You don't have to worry, kid. I ain't gonna kill you. You're the only friend I got.
Will Munny: Who's the fella owns this shithole? [to Fatty] You, fat man, speak up.
Skinny Dubois: Uh, I own this establishment. I bought the place from Greeley for a thousand dollars.
Will: [to the man behind Skinny] You better clear out of there.
Man: Yes, sir!
Little Bill Daggett: Just hold it right there. Hold it! [Will shoots Skinny] Well, sir, you are a cowardly son of a bitch! You just shot an unarmed man!
Will: Well, he should have armed himself if he's gonna decorate his saloon with my friend.
Little Bill: You'd be William Munny out of Missouri, killer of women and children.
Will: That's right. I've killed women and children. I've killed just about everything that walks or crawled at one time or another, and I'm here to kill you, Little Bill, for what you did to Ned. [to the men standing near Bill] You boys better move away.
Little Bill: All right, gentlemen, he's got one barrel left. When he fires that, take out your pistols and shoot him down like the mangy scoundrel he is! [Will's trigger clicks] Misfire! kill the son of a bitch!
W.W. Beauchamp: Who'd you kill first? Was it Little Bill?
Will Munny: What?
Beauchamp: When confronted by superior numbers, an experienced gunfighter will always fire on the best shot first.
Will: Is that a fact?
Beauchamp: Yeah, Little Bill told me that.
Will: I was lucky in the order, but I've always been lucky when it comes to killin' folks.
Little Bill Daggett: I don't deserve this—to die like this. I was building a house.
Will Munny: Deserve's got nothing to do with it. [aims gun]
Little Bill: I'll see you in hell, William Munny!
Will: Yeah. [fires]

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