From Dusk Till Dawn

Seth:
I know that I have put you through hell, and I know that I have been one rough pecker. But from here on, you are all in my cool book.

Seth:
I may be a bastard, but I'm not a f***ing bastard.

Seth:
All right, vampire killers... let's kill some f***ing vampires.

Seth:
Everybody be cool. YOU - be cool.

Seth:
So, what's the deal with you two, you a couple of fags?

Jacob:
He's my son.

Seth:
Yeah, how'd that happen? You don't look Japanese.

Jacob:
Neither does he. He looks Chinese.

Seth:
Oh, well pardon me all to hell.

Pete Bottoms:
Look, he comes in here everyday. We bullshit, and he's used my bathroom about a thousand times. If I said no this time he'd know somethin' was up.

Seth:
Okay, I want him out of here, in his car, and down the road or you can change the name of this place to Benny's World of Blood.

Earl McGraw:
Well, it's been one long goddamn hot miserable sh*t-ass f***in' day every inch of the way.

Seth:
Well, your best better get a hell of a lot f***ing better, or you are gonna feel a hell of a lot f***ing worse.

Richie:
The Ranger's taking a piss. Why don't I just go there, blow his head off and get outta here.

Pete Bottoms:
Don't do that! Look, you asked me to act natural, and I'm acting as natural - in fact, under the circumstances, I think I ought get a f***in' Academy Award for how natural I'm acting.

Sex Machine:
So what's your name, darlin'?

Kate:
Kate. What's yours?

Sex Machine:
Sex Machine, pleased to meet you.

Kate:
Richie, would you do me a favor and eat my p*ssy for me... please?

Richie:
Uhh... sure.

Jacob:
I'll be a lap dog of Satan.

Kate:
What's going on?

Richie:
We're having a wet bikini contest, and you just won.

Richie:
Where are my glasses?

Seth:
They broke when you fell.

Richie:
Oh, f***, Seth, that's my only pair!

Seth:
Don't worry about it, we'll get you some glasses.

Richie:
Whatdya mean, don't worry about it. Of course I'm gonna worry about it, I can't f***in' see.

Seth:
When we get to El Rey, I'll take care of it.

Richie:
Yeah, like a Mexican hole-in-the-wall's gonna have my f***in' prescription.

Chet P*ssy:
P*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy! All p*ssy must go. At the Titty Twister we're slashing p*ssy in half! This is a p*ssy blow out! Make us an offer on our vast selection of p*ssy! We got white p*ssy, black p*ssy, Spanish p*ssy, yellow p*ssy, hot p*ssy, cold p*ssy, wet p*ssy, tight p*ssy, big p*ssy, bloody p*ssy, fat p*ssy, hairy p*ssy, smelly p*ssy, velvet p*ssy, silk p*ssy, Naugahyde p*ssy, snappin' p*ssy, horse p*ssy, dog p*ssy, chicken p*ssy, fake p*ssy! If we don't have it, you don't want it!

Seth:
Sh*t, I been to bars make this place look like a f***in' 4-H club.

Richie:
I gotta say I'm with Jacob on this. I been to some f***ed up places in my time, but that place is f***ed up.

Seth:
Now, is my sh*t together, or is my sh*t together?

Richie:
Your sh*t is forever together!

Jacob:
Are you so much a f***ing loser, you can't tell when you've won?

Seth:
What did you call me?

Jacob:
Nothing. I didn't make a statement. I asked a question. Would you like me to ask it again? Very well. Are you such a loser you can't tell when you've won? The entire state of Texas, along with the F.B.I., is looking for you. Did they find you? No. They couldn't. You've won, Seth, enjoy it.

Seth:
Fight now, cry later.

Santanico Pandemonium:
I'm not gonna drain you completely. You're gonna turn for me. You'll be my slave. You'll live for me. You'll eat bugs because I order it. Why? Because I don't think you're worthy of human blood. You'll feed on the blood of stray dogs. You'll be my foot stool. And at my command, you'll lick the dog sh*t from my boot heel. Since you'll be my dog, your new name will be "Spot". Welcome to slavery.

Seth:
No thanks. I've already had a wife.

Frost:
I came to my senses. I realized I killed the entire V.C. Squad singlehanded. There was blood... and chunks of yellow flesh clinging to my bayonet. To this day, I don't remember...

Frost:
He f***in' bit me! F***IN' BIT ME!

Sex Machine:
What are you gonna do about it?

Frost:
Come on, Sex Machine!

Seth:
Oh... sh*t!

Kate:
Are you okay?

Seth:
Peachy, Kate. The world's my oyster, except for the fact that I just rammed a wooden stake in my brother's heart because he turned into a vampire, even though I don't believe in vampires. Aside from that unfortunate business, everything's hunky-dory.

Seth:
Do you have a cross?

Jacob:
In the Winnebago.

Seth:
In other words, no.

Scott Fuller:
What are you talking about? We got crosses all over the place. All you gotta do is put two sticks together and you got a cross.

Sex Machine:
He's right. Peter Cushing does that all the time.

Seth:
Okay, I'll buy that.

Jacob:
Has anybody here read a real book about vampires, or are we just remembering what a movie said? I mean a real book.

Sex Machine:
You mean like a Time-Life book?

Seth:
Okay hard drinkers, let's drink hard. I'm buyin'.

Carlos:
What, were they psychos, or...?

Seth:
Did they look like psychos? Is that what they looked like? They were vampires. Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits them, I don't give a f*** how crazy they are.

Kate:
Where are you taking us?

Richie:
Mexico.

Kate:
What's in Mexico?

Richie:
Mexicans.

Seth:
Low profile. Do you know what the words "low profile" mean?

Seth:
Let me explain the house rules. Follow the rules, we'll get along like a house on fire. Rule number one: No noise, no question. You make a noise...

Seth:
Mr. .44 makes a noise. You ask a question, Mr. 44 answers it.

Richie:
Sh*t, I started to get worried. Where the f*** ya been?

Seth:
Sight seein'.

Richie:
What'd ya see?

Seth:
Cops.

Seth:
So what are you, Jacob? A faithless preacher? Or a mean motherf***in' servant of God?

Seth:
Do you think this is who I am? I am a professional thief, I don't run around killing people I don't have to.

Jacob:
I'm a mean m... m... servant of God.

Seth:
If you try to run, I've got six little friends and they can all run faster than you can.

Chet P*ssy:
Attention p*ssy shoppers! Take advantage of our penny p*ssy sale! If you buy one piece of p*ssy at the regular price, you get another piece of p*ssy of equal or lesser value for only a penny! Try and beat p*ssy for a penny! If you can find cheaper p*ssy anywhere, f*** it!

Old Timer:
God damn you, God damn you... what the hell you want?

Seth:
What do you think I want, you mean old bastard? I want a f***ing room.

Old Timer:
OK, all right.

Jacob:
Every person who... chooses the service of God as his life's work has something in common. I don't care if you're a preacher, a priest, a nun, a rabbi or a Buddhist monk. Many, many times during your life you will look at your reflection in a mirror and ask yourself: am I a fool? I'm not going through a lapse; what I've experienced is closer to awakening.

Sex Machine:
He ain't your brother no more.

Seth:
Well, that's a matter of opinion and I don't give a f*** about yours.

Seth:
I wish you the peace in death I could never give you in life.

Kate:
Seth, should I save the last two bullets for us?

Seth:
No, use 'em on the next two of these f***s that try to bite you!

Seth:
All right, ramblers... Let?s get ramblin'.

Richie:
"How's your hand, Rich?" It hurts like a f***ing son of a b*tch, thanks for asking, Seth!

Frost:
Come on, Sex Machine!

Scott Fuller:
Kill me, Kate.

Earl McGraw:
Jesus H. Christ, Pete. When you gonna learn that microwave food'll kill you faster than a bullet? I mean, them damn burritos ain't good for nothing but a hippie, when he's high on weed.

Seth:
Now, this is my kind of place.

Seth:
We did it. We're in Mexico! We're f***ing in Mexico you little piece of f***ing sh*t!

Seth:
Jacob, you're going to keep going down this road until you get to DiGayo. When you get to DiGayo, you're going to turn this big bastard left, and go a couple of miles until you see a bar called "The Titty Twister." And to my understanding, you cannot miss it.

Jacob:
Then?

Seth:
And then you stop, because that's where were going.

Seth:
Why, out of all the God-forsaken shitholes in Mexico, do we have to meet here?

Carlos:
One place's just as good as another.

Seth:
I'm gonna kill every last one of you godless f***in' pieces of sh*t!

Sex Machine:
Now, let's kill that f***ing band.

Frost:
I can do that.

Seth Gecko:
Now I'm gonna ask you one question, and all I want is a yes or no answer: Do you wanna live through this?

Seth Gecko:
You serve food here, Jose?

Razor Charlie:
Best in Mexico.

Seth Gecko:
I kinda doubt that.

Seth Gecko:
I could become a regular.

Titty Twister Guitarist & Vocalist:
F*** you everybody, goodnight

Seth:
And if there is a hell, and those sons of b*tches are from it, then there has got to be a heaven... Jacob, there's gotta be.

Chet P*ssy:
You know what they say about me? I suck!

Seth:
And I don't want to hear anything about I don't believe in vampires. Because I don't f***ing believe in vampires! But I believe in my own two eyes! And what I saw this f***ing vampires!