Chris: There's a job for six men, watching over a village, south of the border.
O'Reilly: How big's the opposition?
Chris: Thirty guns.
O'Reilly: I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
Chris: Just one thing.
O'Reilly: What's that?
Chris: I get to shoot Richard Benjamin in the balls. I hate that bastard.
(The Magnificent Seven, 1960)