The Professionals

00:00:56 That's your man.

00:06:24 Now demonstrating automatic weapons. Salary: $40 a week.

00:08:57 One hundred thousand dollars in gold coins, as requested by Raza.

00:11:58 ...I can make them go, but I can't make them do.

00:16:18 - Mexicans. - How many horses?

00:19:57 You got more gold in your teeth.

00:24:21 The cemetery of nameless men.

00:29:58 - How many more? - Three.

00:33:05 Your gun, mister.

00:37:43 Dynamite in the hands of a fool means death.

00:43:33 - Juanito, to the north and south, okay? - Got it.

00:47:06 She live in that room? You're sure?

00:50:16 Ventilate them. Cool them. Then maybe they'll behave.

00:54:35 When we go do the job, then what? We take him with us? Tie him up?

01:02:59 That Chiquita, she can lick a whole regiment...

01:14:40 Your hands are filthy.

01:17:22 I tell Mr. Joe Grant I cannot marry to him.

01:22:46 It started suddenly. Shooting, yelling, bombs going across the Rio Grande.

01:25:56 You heard the man. We're leaving.

01:31:21 Jake.

01:39:49 Chiquita!

01:41:56 She was never pure, never saintly, never perfect.

01:46:33 Could be most anything.

01:50:05 No, no.