The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada

[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 makes a date with two girls 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, sh*t.

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 f***in' nuts he might be headin' north to Canada.

[last lines]

Mike Norton:
You gonna be all right?

Mike Norton:
[reassuring Lou Ann] You're my red hot mamma...

Rachel:
Viagra works for Bob.

Belmont:
I'll turn truck-stop queer and blowj*b-giver before I use that sh*t.

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, a**hole.

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 f***ing billboards.