Jack Colton:
I understand you have a car. We would like to buy it or rent it, we need to get to a town.
Juan:
What do you call this I'm living in, a pigsty?
Jack Colton:
Oh, no this is great...
Juan:
Hit the road.
Jack Colton:
No, senor, see we...
Juan:
Hit-the-road.
Jack Colton:
But we...
Juan:
[points a gun at him] Vaya con dios, gringo.
[Jack and Joan back off and turn around, to find that all of Juan's men have pulled guns on them too]
Jack Colton:
Okay, Joan Wilder, write us out of this one.
Juan:
Joan Wilder... Joan Wilder? The Joan Wilder?
[lowering gun, opening door and walking out]
Juan:
You are Joan Wilder, the novelist?
Joan Wilder:
Well, yes, I am.
Juan:
I read your books! I read all your books! [turning to his men, in Spanish] This is Joan Wilder, who writes the books I read to you on Saturdays!
Bad Hombre:
[awestruck] Juanita... Juanita, it's Juanita!
[all the men put away their guns and wave enthusiastically]