Laura Lee... Kansas was all golden and smelled like sunshine.
Josey Wales... Yeah, well, I always heard there were three kinds of suns in Kansas, sunshine, sunflowers, and sons-of-bitches.
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Fletcher... I think I'll go down Mexico and find him.
Josey Wales... And then?
Fletcher... I'll give him the first move. I owe him that much. I think I'll tell him the war is over. What do you say... Mr. Wilson?
Josey Wales... Reckon so. We all died a little in that damn war.