El Mariachi: Bless me, Father, for I have just killed quite a few men.
El Mariachi: Bless me, Father, for I have just killed quite a few men.
Buscemi: No shit!
Buscemi: Just try and keep it from turning into a fucking bloodbath, all right? Not like last time.
El Mariachi: That one wasn't my fault.
Buscemi: Well, of course not.
El Mariachi: No, they started it.
Eva Perón: So what happens now?
Ché: Another suitcase in another hall.
Eva Perón: So what happens now?
Ché: Take your picture off another wall.
Eva Perón: Where am I going to?
Ché: You'll get by, you always have before.
Eva Perón: Where am I going to?
Ché: One always picks the easy fight. One praises fools, one smothers light. One shifts from left to right. Politics - the art of the possible.
Ché: Oh, what a circus, oh, what a show! Argentina has gone to town over the death of an actress called Eva Peron. We've all gone crazy, mourning all day and mourning all night, falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right. Oh, what an exit! That's how to go. When they're ringing your curtain down, demand to be buried like Eva Peron. It's quite a sunset, and good for the country in a roundabout way. We've made the front page of all the world's papers today.
Ché: Now Eva Perón had every disadvantage you need if you're going to succeed. No money, no cash, no father, no bright lights. There was nowhere she'd been at the age of fifteen, as this tango singer found out. Agustin Magaldi - who has the distinction of being the first man to be of use to Eva Duarte.
Barney Ross: Better get out of that seat and move to the back, Christmas is coming.
Galgo: But it's only June...
Barney Ross: Galgo, get the hell out of the seat!
[Alejandro draws his sword.]
Don Diego de la Vega: Do you know how to use that thing?
Alejandro: Yes. The pointy end goes into the other man.
Alejandro Murrieta: Look at me, I look like a butterfly. This is the most stupid thing I've ever done.
Don Diego de la Vega: I doubt that.
Alejandro Murrieta: So, how much are we worth?
Three-Fingered Jack: Uh, all told... about two hundred pesos?
Joaquin Murrieta: That's it? After all the payrolls we've robbed, a lousy two hundred pesos apiece, that's all we're worth?
Cpl. Armando Garcia: We're wasting time.
Three-Fingered Jack: Now that's two hundred pesos for the both of you.
Alejandro Murrieta: What? Are you crazy? Don't take it, Jack.
Alejandro: I've never lost a fight.
Don Diego de la Vega: Except to a crippled old man just now.
Alejandro Murrieta: Just one question.
Captain Harrison Love: Really? What is that?
Alejandro Murrieta: How would you like your remains displayed?
Alejandro Murrieta: Do you surrender?
Elena: Never, but I may scream.
Alejandro Murrieta: I understand. Sometimes I have that effect.
Alejandro Murrieta: All that shooting guns, racing around on horses - gives me a frightful headache. It's hardly the work of a gentleman.
Elena: What is? Climbing in and out of carriages?
Alejandro Murrieta: No, but increasing one's holdings so as to provide comfort to ladies. Such as yourself.
Don Diego de la Vega: You should not trade something like that for a mere glass of whiskey.
Alejandro Murrieta: Why not? You think I could get two?
Diego: Is it finished?
Alejandro: Yes, Don Diego. It is finished.
Diego: Not for Zorro. There will be other days, other battles to fight. That is your curse and your destiny.
El Presidente: Who are you guys?
El Mariachi: Sons of Mexico, sir.
El Mariachi: You want me to shoot the cook?
Agent Sands: No. I'll shoot the cook. My car's parked out back, anyway.
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