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- Little Bill, lecturing to Beauchamp about how hard it is mentally to carry a gun, promptly pulls a gun out of a drawer and offers the writer to use it and help English Bob escape the jail. Beauchamp can't tell if the gun's loaded or not. It is, though only five chambers were loaded. The hammer would have fallen on an empty one. Little Bill makes it especially clear to English Bob, so he can taunt him even further. Demonstrates both Little Bill's hard-learned skill in reading other people — knowing Beauchamp wouldn't shoot — and his sadism by encouraging English Bob to get the gun from Beauchamp. It's when Bob sees Bill's grin turn into a sneer — and ready to pull his own gun to "shoot in self-defense" — that English Bob refuses the gun.
- The scene between Munny and The Schofield Kid at the tree, waiting for their payment, drinking the whiskey as The Kid tries to come to terms with something Munny already knows...The Kid: It don't seem real... how he ain't gonna never breathe again, ever... how he's dead. And the other one too. All on account of pulling a trigger.
Munny: It's a hell of a thing, killing a man. Take away all he's got... and all he's ever gonna have.
The Kid: Yeah, well, I guess they had it coming.
Munny: (solemn) We all got it coming, kid. - When Clint Eastwood's William Munny hears what happened to his friend Ned (and starts taking big swigs from an all-too-convenient whiskey bottle), right through the climactic shootout in the bar is pure, uncut Awesome. Then he actually tops this a few minutes later when he rides out of town and growls out, "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!" while an American flag waves and drops to the ground behind him. One of the top ten CMOA ''ever''.
- His arrival in the saloon is the offspring of Awesome and Nightmare Fuel. Little Bill is holding court and issuing orders, and slowly the bar is turning away from him. That's when we hear a Dramatic Gun Cock, and he turns to see... William Munny - the actual William Munny - carved from granite and hatred and bearing both a shotgun and a look that could incinerate diamonds. Cinemas the world over went silent at this point.
"Who's the fella't owns this shithole?"- There's also the warning he issues out to the town promptly after the shootout, which is hands-down one of the greatest threats ever delivered in cinema.Munny: All right, I'm coming out. Any man I see out there, I'm gonna kill him. Any sumbitch 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.
- The threat works too. Two villagers are hiding over by a wagon where Munny can't see them, one of them a deputy with a rifle, and the other one encourages him to shoot... but even having Munny dead to rights, he's too terrified to take the shot, just in case he misses. He offers to the rifle to his friend, who turns it down.
- "’Deserve's’ got nothin' to do with it."
- Little Bill, despite being set to get his head blown to bits on the floor for his misdeeds, still goes down defiantly.
Little Bill: I'll see you in hell, Munny.Munny: …Yeah… - "He should've armed himself, if he's gonna decorate his saloon with my friend."
- Little Bill totally and utterly disintegrates English Bob and his faux tough guy reputation, strips him of his prized guns, beats him mercilessly, jails him, exposes his penchant for rampant exaggeration, cows him into giving up a (perceived) chance to escape, and then runs him out of town. To top it all off, Bill steals Bob's biographer.
- To give English Bob some credit despite his aforementioned lies and cowardice though, his furious, profane rant to the people of Big Whiskey as he's being run out is a brilliant one. Especially so given that from what we see of the town, they really aren't that much better than him.
English Bob: (in his real Cockney accent) 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!
