Harmonica: Now I gotta go. Gonna be a beautiful town, Sweetwater.Jill: I hope you'll come back someday.Harmonica: Someday.
Yeah, go on. Play, Harmonica. Play, so you can't bullshit.
Jill: I could swear we're going to have that strange sound.Harmonica: Right now.
You know, ma'am, when you've killed four, it's easy to make it five.