Three Amigos

Lucky Day:
(To summon the invisible swordsman) Farley Farley Farley Farley Farley, Hufaaaaarrr

Lucky Day:
I've been shot already!

Lucky Day:
Mount up! ... It means get on your horses.

Lucky Day:
Uh, this is real. They are going... to KILL us.

Lucky Day:
Oh GREAT!!! REAL bullets!!!

Lucky Day:
You're in a lot of trouble, mister!

Lucky Day:
It's like living with a six-year-old.

Lucky Day:
You dirt-eating piece of slime, you scum-sucking pig, you son of a motherless goat!

Ned:
Young man, you have got it!

El Guapo:
I know each one of you, like I know my own smell!

Pablo:
Can I have your watch when you are dead?

Dirty Mexican:
And then they called us scum sucking pigs...US!

Dusty:
Lip balm?

Dusty:
(can't eat tacos at santo poco village.) Do you have anything besides Mexican food?

Carmen:
I like the one who is not so smart.

Other girl:
Which one is that?

Jefe:
We have many beautiful piñatas for your birthday celebration, each one filled with little surprises!

El Guapo:
How many piñatas?

Jefe:
Many piñatas, many!

El Guapo:
Jefe, would you say I have a plethora of piñatas?

Jefe:
A what?

El Guapo:
A plethora.

Jefe:
Oh yes, El Guapo. You have a plethora.

El Guapo:
Jefe, what is a plethora?

Jefe:
Why, El Guapo?

El Guapo:
Well, you just told me that I had a plethora, and I would just like to know if you know what it means to have a plethora. I would not like to think that someone would tell someone else he has a plethora, and then find out that that person has no idea what it means to have a plethora.

Jefe:
El Guapo, I know that I, Jefe, do not have your superior intellect and education, but could it be that once again, you are angry at something else, and are looking to take it out on me?

El Guapo:
What? Are gringos falling from the sky?

[Ned falls to the ground]

Jefe:
Yes, El Guapo.

Bartender:
We don't have no beer, just tequila.

Ned:
What's tequila?

Bartender:
...It's like beer...

Dusty:
Is it fattening?

Bartender:
...Fat-ten-ing?

Lucky:
Not so fast, El Guapo! Or I'll fill you so full of lead that you'll be using your dick for a pencil!

El Guapo:
What do you mean?

Lucky:
...I don't know.

Jefe:
I think he means that if you -

El Guapo:
SHUT UP!

Ned:
[whispers] Tell us we will die like dogs.

El Guapo:
You will die like dogs!

Dusty:
No, we will not die like dogs, we will fight like lions!

Lucky:
I'll come back some day.

Carmen:
Why?