Bennie:
You guys are definitely on my shit list!
Bennie:
I've been no place I wanna go back to, that's for damn sure.
Bennie:
You wanna stay here with him?
Bennie:
[
after a shootout] Am I still gonna get paid?
Sappensly:
[
pulling out a gun] Yeah, you'll get paid.
Bennie:
I can smell shit 100 miles away... sometimes closer.
Bennie:
Listen. The church cuts off the feet, fingers, any other goddamn thing from the saints, don't they? Well, what the hell? Alfredo's our saint. He's the saint of our money, and I'm gonna borrow a piece of him.
Bennie:
Come on, Al. We're going home.
Bennie:
Hell, I wasn't trying to hit them, you know
Elita:
I know you weren't.
Bennie:
I used to shoot a lot of pistols when I was in the army.
Elita:
You're a nice gringo. You didn't have a thing to do in the army anyways.
Bennie:
You'd be surprised, honey.
Bennie:
There ain't nothing sacred about a hole in the ground or the man that's in it. Or you. Or me.
El Jefe:
I will pay one million dollars. Bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia!
El Jefe:
Please, drink with me. I am a very happy man.
Bennie:
Nah, I've got nothing to celebrate.
El Jefe:
Quien es el padre? Who is the father?
Elita:
I've been down this road before, and you don't know the way.
Bennie:
Don't you look at me with your Goddamn fucking eyes!
Bennie:
Nobody loses all the time.
Bennie:
[
i'll have] a double bourbon with a champagne back, none of your tijano bullshit, and fuck off.
Bennie:
[
as he keeps shooting a man he has already killed] Why? Because it feels so damn good!
Bennie:
I'm gonna nail you, somewhere I'm gonna nail you. You're up there. You're up there you son of a... I'm gonna find you. Damn your eyes! Lemme see that big station wagon.
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