Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)

Henry Fonda: Frank

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Quotes 

• Wobbles : You know you can trust me.

  Frank : Wobbles, how can you trust a man that wears both a belt and suspenders? Man can't even trust his own pants.

• Morton : Not bad. Congratulations. Tell me, was it necessary that you kill all of them? I only told you to scare them!

  Frank : People scare better when they're dyin'.

• Frank : Morton once told me I could never be like him. Now I understand why. Wouldn't have bothered him, knowing you were around somewhere alive.

  Harmonica : So, you found out you're not a businessman after all.

  Frank : Just a man.

  Harmonica : An ancient race. Other Mortons'll be along, and they'll kill it off.

  Frank : The future don't matter to us. Nothing matters now - not the land, not the money, not the woman. I came here to see you, 'cause I know that now you'll tell me what you're after.

  Harmonica : Only at the point of dyin'.

• Frank : Keep your lovin' brother happy.

• Harmonica : Your friends have a high mortality rate, Frank. First three, then two.

  Frank : So, YOU'RE the one who makes appointments.

  Harmonica : And you're the one who doesn't keep 'em.

• [Frank sits at Morton's desk] 

  Morton : How does it feel sitting behind that desk, Frank?

  Frank : It's almost like holding a gun... only much more powerful.

• Morton : You'll never succeed in becoming like me.

  Frank : Why?

  Morton : Because there are many things you'll never understand.

  [Frank draws on Morton as he pulls out money from a drawer] 

  Morton : This is one of 'em. You see, Frank, there are many kinds of weapons, and the only one that can stop that is this.

  [Morton's train stops as Frank's men ride up to it] 

  Morton : Now, shall we get back to our little problem?

  Frank : My weapons might look simple to you, Mr. Morton, but they can still shoot holes big enough for our little problems.

• [Frank and his gang are standing in front of Timmy McBain, after killing the other family members] 

  Frank's lieutenant : What are we going to do with this one, Frank?

  Frank : Now that you've called me by name?

• Frank : What do you want? Who are ya?

  Harmonica : Dave Jenkins.

  Frank : Dave Jenkins is dead a long time ago.

  Harmonica : Calder Benson.

  Frank : What's your name? Benson's dead, too.

  Harmonica : You ought to know, Frank, better than anyone. You killed 'em.

• Frank : Who are you?

  Harmonica : Jim Cooper, Chuck Youngblood.

  Frank : More dead men.

  Harmonica : They were all alive until they met you, Frank.

• Frank : Surprised to see me here?

  Harmonica : I knew you'd come.

• Morton : I got on board within sight of the Atlantic, and before my eyes close I want to see the blue of the Pacific outside that window.

  Frank : I know where you got on. I was there too remember? To remove small obstacles from the track you said. Well there were a few.

• Frank : You've made a big mistake, Morton. When you're not on that train, you look like a turtle out of its shell. It's funny. Poor cripple talkin' big so nobody'll know how scared ya are.

• Frank : You paid five thousand dollars for something belongs to me.

  [puts down a bunch of dollar bills] 

  Frank : Five thousand...

  [pulls out a silver dollar] 

  Frank : ...plus one.

  [puts the dollar on the table] 

  Frank : You got a right to make a profit, too.

• [Frank knocks Morton off of his crutches] 

  Morton : Is that sufficient to make you feel stronger?

  Frank : I could squash you like a wormy apple.

  Morton : Sure, but you won't do it... because it's not to... your advantage.

  Frank : Hmm. Who knows how far you'd have gone with two good legs, huh?

• Frank : [trying to convince Harmonica to sell him the land Harmonica just won]  Pick any method you like, just make the deal.

  Harmonica : Which deal, Frank? We have more than one, you and me.

• Frank : Frank: The future don't matter to us. Nothing matters now - not the land, not the money, not the woman. I came here to see you, 'cause I know that now you'll tell me what you're after.

  Harmonica : Harmonica: Only at the point of dyin'.

  Frank : Frank: I know.

• Frank : Any normal man would put a bullet in his brain.

• Frank : I'm beginning to think I might be a little sorry killing you. You like being alive. You also like to feel a man's hands all over you. You like it. Even if they're the hands of the man who killed your husband. What a - what a little tramp.

• Frank : Is there anything in the world you wouldn't do to save your skin?

  Jill : Nothing, Frank.

• Frank : Now I understand why they miss you so much down there in New Orleans. Great invention, the telegraph. "Jill? The brunette? My God, all the customers of the most elegant whorehouse on Bourbon Street have been weeping ever since she left."