Columbo: A Matter of Honor

Lt. Columbo:
You know, I think my wife was right. Something wrong with me. Supposed to be on vacation, and right away I'm thinking like a cop. That's called occupational hazard.

Jaime:
Occupational hazard? What is that?

Lt. Columbo:
That's uh, when wherever you go, you take your work with you.

Jaime:
Oh, sí. We call that 'loco'.

Commandant Sanchez:
I hope you understand, Luis, that the lieutenant is here merely as my guest. He has no official status.

Luis Montoya:
So inquisitive. I find him amusing.

Commandant Sanchez:
You know, a policeman who jeopardizes his pension, he must be loco, right?

Lt. Columbo:
I have to tell you the truth. I don't think I would enjoy watching a man kill an animal, even as big and mean as he is.

Luis Montoya:
Perhaps you would prefer the spectacle of two men in a prize ring beating each other senseless. Or murdering an innocent deer with a rifle. Or catching a fish with another one which is still alive. Our culture is different from yours, Lieutenant. No better or worse, perhaps, but different.

Commandant Sanchez:
If there is a crime here, I want to get to the bottom of it. Better yet, I would like YOU to get to the bottom of it.

Lt. Columbo:
Me?

Commandant Sanchez:
Montoya must have a motive.

Lt. Columbo:
Yes, every man has a motive.

Miguel:
My name is Miguel Sanchez, very well known to everybody, even to the bulls.

Miguel:
The patrón was kind enough to give me a bottle of mezcal, and I had a very blessed afternoon... but now I have a headache...

Miguel:
It's funny, Señor, in a place like this you sometimes see the rain, but only over there in the mountains. It never gets here.