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: That's a lot of cows.
: Where you see Hell, I see a spellbinding sense of purpose. I see the value of keeping your eye on the ball. When a bride slips the ring on her finger, when a businessman lays his hands on a Rolex, when a rapper gets a shiny new tooth, this is that cost, Mr. Beck, my horror for their beauty, my Hell for their little slice of Heaven. Somebody's gotta keep his eye on the ball. That somebody is me, Mr. Beck. I am down here every day, keeping my eye on the ball. That's just a simple fact of life. And if you're bold enough to face that cold hard fact... you can make a lot of money.
: [facing away from door
] Tell 'em to dig harder! If only it were that simple, eh, Mr. Beck?
: How do you know my name? Hatcher
: When a man of your dimensions travels all this way to visit a place like this... it... arouses the curiosity.
: Mr. Beck... There's been a slight change in the narrative, an unexpected twist, you might say.
: [looking down the cliff
] You think they're dead? Hatcher
: What am I, psychic?
: [speaking into a walkie talkie
] Mr Hatcher, are you out there? Hatcher
: [presses reply button
] What can I do for you, Mr. Beck? Beck
: I have no desire to fight with you or your men. For that reason you have two options. Option A, you leave the Gato and the girl, and you walk out of town no questions asked. Hatcher
: What's option B? Beck
: Option B? I make you.
[Silence. Then Hatcher starts laughing. Then his henchmen start laughing. Finally he presses the reply button so Beck can hear them laughing at him
: [slowly shakes head
] Wrong choice.
[knocks out video camera
: Lock down the town.
: I suppose now we have a conversation where you enlighten me. How many more of you are out there? Enlighten me. Where are the rest of your compadres? Enlighten me.
: That's not the way to do business.
: I want hunting parties. Small ones. Find them. Find them.
: I feel like a little boy who's lost his first tooth, put it under his pillow, waiting for the tooth-fairy to come. Only two evil burglars have crept in my window, and snatched it, before she could get here... Wait a second, do you understand the CONCEPT of the tooth-fairy? Explain it to them... Wait. She takes the god damned thing, and gives you a quarter. They've got my tooth. I want it back.
: You're dead already. You just don't know it.
: Don't rock the boat.
: Don't make waves.
[after witnessing Beck beat up his henchmen
: You reached into the wrong refrigerator, Mr. Beck.
: I paid you. Hatcher
: Well, fortunately, I had my fingers crossed the whole time.