Harmonica: I saw three of these dusters a short time ago, they were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters, there were three men. Cheyenne: So? Harmonica: Inside the men, there were three bullets. Cheyenne: That's a crazy story, Harmonica, for two r...
Harmonica: And Frank? Snaky: Frank sent us. Harmonica: Did you bring a horse for me? Snaky: Well... looks like we're... [snickers] Snaky: ...looks like we're shy one horse. Harmonica: You brought two too many.
Frank: [Frank is trying to convince Harmonica to sell him the land Harmonica just won] Just hurry up and make the deal! Harmonica: Which deal Frank? We've got more than one to settle you and me.
Jill: But... but those were his men. Harmonica: Yeah. Jill: And they tried to kill him. Harmonica: They must've found someone who pays better. Jill: And you... You saved his life! Harmonica: I didn't let them kill him, and that's not the same thing.
Frank: What do you want? Who are you? 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 should know, Frank, better than anyone. You killed them.
A woman is not a harmonica that you put aside when you have used it.
I play my harmonica when I’m in love, because the harmonica is the instrument of loneliness.
Frank: Who are you? Harmonica: Jim Cooper, Chuck Youngblood. Frank: More dead men. Harmonica: They were all alive until they met you, Frank.
Harmonica: The reward for this man is 5000 dollars, is that right? Cheyenne: Judas was content for 4970 dollars less. Harmonica: There were no dollars in them days. Cheyenne: But sons of bitches... yeah.
Harmonica: Now I gotta go. Gonna be a beautiful town, Sweet water. Jill: [with tears] I hope you'll come back someday. Harmonica: Someday!
Ennis Del Mar: Tent don't look right. Jack Twist: [pauses from playing the harmonica] Well, it ain't goin' nowhere. Let it be. Ennis Del Mar: That harmonica don't sound quite right either. Jack Twist: That's 'cause it got kinda flattened when that ma...
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 them.
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...
Cheyenne: Harmonica, a town built around a railroad. [laughs] Cheyenne: You could make a fortune. Hundreds of thousands of dollars. Hey, more than that. Thousands of thousands. Harmonica: They call them "millions." Cheyenne: "Millions." Hmm.
The harmonica is a great instrument.
I can play the harmonica with my nose.
I sing and play guitar and harmonica. I've been doing it for a long time.
I picked up a harmonica and taught myself.
I've been invited to do a trio with a fantastic jazz guitarist and a harmonica player.
I was messing around with the harmonica... but I was 13 before I got a real good note out of it.
Well, I did a harmonica instruction tape for Homespun tapes.
