[discussing why Deiter wants the Cronos]
Jesus Gris: He thinks it will help him live longer.
Angel de la Guardia: [laughs] That fucker does nothing but shit and piss all day, and he wants to live longer?
Narrator: [over the opening sequence] In 1536, fleeing from the Inquisition, the alchemist Uberto Fulcanelli disembarked in Veracruz, Mexico. Appointed official watchmaker to the Viceroy, Fulcanelli was determined to perfect an invention which would provide him with the key to eternal life. He was to name it... the Cronos device. 400 years later, one night in 1937, part of the vault in a building collapsed. Among the victims was a man of strange skin, the color of marble in moonlight. His chest mortally pierced, his last words... Suo tempore. This was the alchemist.
Jesus Gris: I am Jesus... Gris... Jesus Gris... Jesus Gris.
[to Jesus, who is about to take the blood from her fingers]
Aurora Gris: Grandfather.
Angel de la Guardia: Senor Gris. You may continue the game. After all, you have the toy. But I'm keeping the instructions, and I'm open all night.
Angel de la Guardia: [his Uncle calls him on his radio while he's trying to read] Fuck!
[answers it in a pleasant tone]
Angel de la Guardia: Yes, Uncle.
De la Guardia: Get up here immediately!
Angel de la Guardia: [turning away, seething in annoyance] Motherfucking cocksucking son of a bitch asshole pendejo!
De la Guardia: I want to know what happened!
Angel de la Guardia: [on the radio, pleasantly] Be right there.