My Name Is Trinity

"Well, I couldn't leave him in town; he tends to tell to tell the truth. He's an alcoholic, you know."

"I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at our Ma. She shoulda strangled you, or at least drowned ya when you were born."

Bambino: "Swear on our old lady."
Trinity: "May she become an honest woman, if I'm tellin' a lie."

Bambino: "How's our old lady?"
Trinity: "The same. She's always got something wrong with her."
Bambino: "Now, where the devil is it?"
Trinity: "In New Orleans, runnin' a whorehouse."
Bambino: "I was talkin' about the bullet."

Tobias: "Have you seen what faith will do?"
Bambino: "It'll work, if you put it in a rifle barrel."

"Let this be a reminder, old man. Either you leave this valley or I'll bury you in it. The choice is yours."

Trinity: "Oh, come on, Bambino. No sense..."
Bambino: "Don't call me Bambino!"
Trinity: "You want me to call you Sheriff?"
Bambino: "Don't call me, at all. Not even if you're drownin'."

Bambino: "One shop destroyed. Three heads split like overripe melons. One man wounded and one castrated. All in two hours. Just two hours I left you alone. Two hours."
Trinity: "Well, you asked me to give you a hand."
Bambino: "Not like that, Beetle Brain!"