Cazador de demonios

Padre Mart?n:
And, like our Lord Jesus Christ threw the merchants off the temple, that way one day we will throw all the Communists off this town, the exploiters, the food hoarders, the cyprians, and the good-for-nothing Lupe and Chema, sons of Don Melquiades Franco, municipal president. All will be thrown off here! All who don't give to charity, all who don't come to Mass, all who don't watch the vigil, all, will pay for it one day. And I will make sure of that!

Churchgoer:
You will be left alone, padrecito!

Padre Mart?n:
Blasphemer! You will atone for all your guilts for a thousand years in Purgatory!

[upon seeing the corpse of one of Don Melquiades' sheep]

Jos? Luis:
I am no subject matter expert, but the wounds were definitely made by claws and fangs.

[at Juanito's funeral]

Rosa:
Jos? Luis, wasn't Juanito taller? The box is very small.

Jos? Luis:
Enough for what remained of Juanito.

Aguilar:
You didn't smoke that much before, Jos? Luis.

Jos? Luis:
The dead didn't walk before.

Padre Mart?n:
Lord, help me. Strenghthen me. Give me the valour I need to confront the evil. I have been the worst of Your sons, being that I knew evil before I knew good. If as a priest I have failed You, Lord, help me. Give me the strenght I need to carry it out as Your executioner.

[observing a Sabbatic Goat painting on the wall]

Jos? Luis:
Who's that?

Padre Mart?n:
Asmodeus. Leviathan. Beelzebub. Call him as you like.

Jos? Luis:
Satan?

Padre Mart?n:
Lord of darkness, prince of shadows, king of hell, and of the black side of the Universe.

Jos? Luis:
You talk about him as if you had a lot of respect for him.

Padre Mart?n:
Satan has to be respected, son. He's a very powerful being, and infinitely cruel.

Rastreador:
I already have many trophies on my fireplace. I wouldn't want to have both your heads in my collection. Take care.