El Mariachi: Why me?
Sands: Frankly, because you've got nothing to live for... and in a way you're already dead and Marquez is the one that killed you so why not return the favor?
Cab Driver: Look out there, its a fucking coup d'Ètat.
Agent Sands: I can't see, fuck-mook. I have no eyes.
Belini: This story is well-traveled. It might have picked up some embellishments along the way. Just read between the lines.
Ajedrez: [Sands burst through the door after picking the lock] You're gonna pay for that cop.
Sands: Why doesn't my key work any more?
Ajedrez: It's too small.
Billy: You want me to break his fingers?
Barillo: No. I want you to chop them off.
Billy: I was making a joke.
Barillo: I wasn't.
Agent Sands: Look me in the eyes... and then kill me.
Advisor: I am not the prince, I am the man behind the prince.
Belini: They used to say he was the biggest Mexican they'd ever seen.
[laughs]
Belini: That was total bullshit. He was five-nine, five-ten tops, which is no record, but bigger than most of us.
Agent Sands: I want you to have a bite of my pork.
Agent Sands: [pulls out a gun] Have you ever seen one of these? Have you ever used one? Don't ever because, they're very very bad. But right now I need you to aim it at the bad guy who's following us, and shoot him in the head.
Chicle Boy: Matalo?
Agent Sands: Oh yeah. Very matalo.
[El Mariachi takes a piece of pork from Sands' plate and chews it]
Sands: Was I right?
[El Mariachi spits out the piece of pork in disgust]
Sands: Hmmm. Guess not.
Carolina: What's wrong?
El Mariachi: [sees soldiers approaching] Everything.
Sands: Hey, you get your man?
Jorge FBI: One of them.
Sands: If that isn't inter-agency cooperation, I just don't know what is.
Chicle Boy: Are you going to be OK?
Agent Sands: I don't know kid, I don't know.
Chicle Boy: You will be.
Advisor: [throws up after accepting a bribe] Every goddamn time.
Sands: Sometimes a revolution is exactly what is needed for cleaning out the system. One giant enema, which just so happens to be my area of expertise.
