- The Girl of the Shrine: All things whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive... Do you believe?
- The Gaucho: I do not know. I do not understand. I do not understand *you*. You're like a beautiful sunset - something I can't embrace, yet I love... You're like one night on the pampas... I was alone... A full moon rose... A bird sang... I believe in *you*.
- The Gaucho: You're a great judge, Padre. You must come to my feast tonight. Bring your Book.
- The Padre: Do you mock God and His Holy Book?
- The Gaucho: I neither mock nor pay homage... You see, Padre, I get what I want - without the help of God and His Holy Book.