Two Mules for Sister Sara
1970
(toasting Sister Sara) Gen LeClair: To your virtues... and especially your vices, Sara
Col Beltran: This is better than killing each other, no? Hogan: I only figured there was going to be one funeral... Catholic. Col Beltran: Oh? I didn't know you were Catholic.
Sara: Don't you want a woman of your own? Hogan: What for? Sara: To share your name, bear your children, be a companion. Hogan: To ask me to quit drinking, quit gambling and save money? And to bitch about her aches and pains all day? No thanks!
Hogan: What the hell is a nun doing out here?
Hogan: Sister! This here is a cathouse! Sara: Oh no, Hogan. This is no cathouse. This is the best whorehouse in town!
Hogan: Sister Sara, you're gonna slow me up some, but I'm gonna take you to one of those guerilla bands you're looking for. Sara: Do you belong to one of them? Hogan: Till I get paid, yeah. Sara: Paid? You mean in gold? Hogan: Well, let's put it this way: they pay me off in tortillas, I'm gonna shoot 'em right in the eye. Sara: But the Juaristas are too poor to hire anybody. Hogan: Well, I made a deal to work out a plan to take the garrison. If it pays off then I get half the French treasury. Sara: Then you don't have any sympathy for their cause? Hogan: Not theirs or anybody else's. See I spent two years in a war in the States. Right now, all I'm interested in is money. Sara: If money is all you care about then why did you fight in that war? Hogan: Everybody's got a right to be a sucker once.
Hogan: (after killing Sara's rapists and she asks him to bury them) Sister, I don't mind shootin' em' for ya, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna sweat over 'em for ya.