[
Pete is forcing Mike to sleep besides the body of Melquiades Estrada]
Mike Norton:
Hey! Hey, you!
Pete Perkins:
My name is Pete.
Mike Norton:
Well, Pete, the ants are eating your friend.
[
Pete sets a date with two girl and introduces them to Melquiades]
Melquiades Estrada:
That's the one from the cafe, right?
Pete Perkins:
Yes, genius.
Melquiades Estrada:
But she's married!
Pete Perkins:
So's the other one.
Melquiades Estrada:
Oh, shit.
Border Patrolman:
How many got away?
Mike Norton:
Three.
Border Patrolman:
Well, someone's got to pick strawberries.
Belmont:
There's a thousand ways he can go to Mexico, and that sonofabitch is so fuckin' nuts he might be headin' north to Canada.
[
last lines]
Mike Norton:
You gonna be all right?
Mike Norton:
[
reassuring Lou Ann] Your my red hot mamma...
Rachel:
Viagra works for Bob.
Belmont:
I'll turn truck-stop queer and blowjob-giver before I use that shit.
Pete Perkins:
Thank you!
Old Man with Radio:
I need to ask you a favor.
Pete Perkins:
Anything you want.
Old Man with Radio:
I need you to go ahead and shoot me. My son, he ain't coming back.
Pete Perkins:
Oh, he'll come back.
Old Man with Radio:
He said he had cancer. Told me to go into town with him. But I don't want to go. I've lived here all my life. I don't want to offend God by shooting myself. It's a problem, you see.
Pete Perkins:
We don't want to offend God neither.
[
Pete and Mike start to leave]
Old Man with Radio:
You're good people. You need to go ahead and shoot me.
Pete Perkins:
What's Belmont doing?
Rachel:
He went on vacation. He said that it wasn't his problem, that it was between you and the Border Patrol, and he wanted to go to Sea World.
Pete Perkins:
You try to run away again, and I'll kill you. I guess you know that by now.
Mike Norton:
Yes, sir.
Mariana:
Is there hot coffee?
Juan:
Yes, fresh made.
Mariana:
Bring me the pot.
[
Mariana pours the coffee in Mike's lap, then hits him with the pot]
Mariana:
Now we're even, asshole.
Mike Norton:
I'm sorry, Melquiades! For taking your life, I'm sorry!
Pete Perkins:
You need to investigate them border patrols that use a 223.
Belmont:
You want me to investigate the Kennedy assassination while I'm at it?
Melquiades Estrada:
Promise me one thing, Pete. If I die over here, carry me back to my family and bury me in my home town. I don't want to be buried on this side among all the fucking billboards.
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