The Preacher Quotes in Mackenna's Gold (1969)

The Preacher: It can work for the lord as well as the devil!

Colorado: Ai chihuahua.

Buck: Which way are you ridin', Preacher?

The Preacher: Well, that's not exactly settled in my mind yet.

Buck: Well, you got three possibilities.

The Preacher: Oh?

Buck: North, south or east.

The Preacher: What happened to west?

Buck: We're going west.

The Preacher: Plan on taking all 8?

Buck: Three of 'em upstairs.

The Preacher: Buck, you're just one man.

Buck: But I gave them my word.

Buck: $157! They drunk up and screwed away more than $1,000!

The Preacher: That's a lot of drinkin'.

The Preacher: Well, I'm here, ain't I? And they's dead, ain't they?

The Preacher: Where are you gonna find that money?

Buck: I don't know.

The Preacher: If it was me, I'd look for money where money's kept. Like in a bank or an express office.

The Preacher: There's plain few problems can't be solved with a little sweat and hard work.

The Preacher: Nothing like a nice piece of hickory.

The Preacher: Well, if you're waitin' for a woman to make up her mind, you may have a long wait.

The Preacher: Meantime, why don't you put me to work?

Hull Barret: Oh no, I couldn't ask you to, uh... Well, I mean, ya know - maybe if there was somethin' spiritual.

The Preacher: Well, that Spirit ain't worth spit without a little exercise. Now you tell me where.

Sarah Wheeler: Who are you? Who are you... really?

The Preacher: Well, it really doesn't matter, does it?

Coy LaHood: Do you imbibe?

The Preacher: Only after nine in the morning.

The Preacher: [Looks at Hull after Club and Josh leave but the rock is split] ... The Lord certainly does work in mysterious ways.

Francis Elroy Duffy, Prisoner: Now Preacher?

The Preacher: You may say your piece now.

Francis Elroy Duffy, Prisoner: You're now looking, for the last time, at the mortal body of Francis Elroy Duffy, born to John and Edna Duffy, good, God-fearing folk. Who raised me up to be a good man and a good Christian, and I was a good Christian, a good husband to my beloved wife, good father to my children, who I leave behind, hoping that they, and all you, will learn this here lesson which I leave you with. When you take the devil into your mouth, you're doomed! For he is lying there in wait for you inside that bottle of whiskey. Waiting for you to take him into your mouth. Waiting to get down into your guts where he can do his devil's work. Liquor is the most foul, evil thing in this here world. It destroyed good men like myself. It'll destroy you too. Beer is not much better - it's slower, cheaper. So take these words of advice. And remember, you heard them from a poor sinner, got no more cause to lie, 'cause he's going to meet his Maker. Now he's ready. Well that's all I've got to say.

The Preacher: The Good Book speaks a lot of words at a time like this. But I don't think Harry Keough knew too many of them. He wasn't old enough...or calmed enough.

[speaking to the crowd at the Thorntons' hanging]

The Preacher: We all know Little Jemmy Thornton and all you know that this young man's single fault was not his skill with a running iron or occasionally roading mining a stagecoach, but his failure to avoid low companions!