Mexican girl: Which one do you like?
Carmen: I like the one that's not so smart.
Mexican girl: Which one is that?
Jefe: I have put many beautiful pinatas in the storeroom, each of them filled with little suprises.
El Guapo: Many pinatas?
Jefe: Oh yes, many!
El Guapo: Would you say I have a plethora of pinatas?
Jefe: A what?
El Guapo: A *plethora*.
Jefe: Oh yes, you have a plethora.
El Guapo: Jefe, what is a plethora?
Jefe: Why, El Guapo?
El Guapo: Well, you told me I have a plethora. And I just would like to know if you know what a plethora is. I would not like to think that a person would tell someone he has a plethora, and then find out that that person has *no idea* what it means to have a plethora.
Jefe: Forgive me, 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?
Dusty Bottoms: Do you have anything here besides Mexican food?
Rosita: I was thinking later, you could kiss me on the veranda.
Dusty Bottoms: Lips would be fine.
Lucky Day: In a way, all of us has an El Guapo to face. For some, shyness might be their El Guapo. For others, a lack of education might be their El Guapo. For us, El Guapo is a big, dangerous man who wants to kill us. But as sure as my name is Lucky Day, the people of Santa Poco can conquer their own personal El Guapo, who also happens to be *the actual* El Guapo!
Dusty: Hey, Lucky. What are you going to do with your share of the money?
Lucky: A car. A big, shiny, silver car. I'll drive all over Hollywood. Show Flugleman or thing or two. What about you?
Dusty: New York. Maybe Paris. Champagne. A lot of champagne. Parties. Be a big shot for a while. How about you, Ned?
Ned: I'm going to start a foundation to help homeless children.
Dusty: That, that occurred to me to do that first at one point, too.
Lucky: Well, I...I meant that I was, I would do that first and then I would get a big, shiny car.
Young Villager: Can I have your watch when you are dead?
Bartender: We don't have beer. Just tequila.
Ned Nederlander: What's tequila?
Bartender: Uh, it's like beer.
Ned Nederlander: Sew, very old one! Sew like the wind!
Sam: Get a wardrobe over here right away; take the Amigos' clothes.