Thomas Beckett: Don't take a piss. Bugs will swarm right up through your dick. Good night.
Richard Miller: When the "rush" is over, it hurts. Doesn't it?
Thomas Beckett: What you're feeling now ain't the worst pain. The worst thing is not feeling the hurt anymore.
Richard Miller: Is there a wrong way to fall down a fucking mountain?
Richard Miller: [seeing El Cirujano for the first time] He's a fuckin' American!
Thomas Beckett: He's a fuckin' spook. Ex-CIA. I met him once up in El Salvador. Now he's an enforcer for the cocaine monkeys. I'll take out the lieutenant, you concentrate on him. Now put a fuckin' bullet through his heart.
Cacique: Los ojos, quierro los ojos.
Richard Miller: He wants my eyes?
Thomas Beckett: Ah, he means antejos, your shooting glasses. Give them to him.
Richard Miller: Why?
Thomas Beckett: Because he likes them.
Thomas Beckett: What's that?
Richard Miller: Got it out of the catalogue when I was with D.C. SWAT. We called it "Gucciflage".
Thomas Beckett: [laughs] "Gucciflage"?
Richard Miller: [smirks] Yeah.
Thomas Beckett: You gonna wear that?
Richard Miller: Yeah.
Thomas Beckett: Let me see it.
[gets handed the "Gucciflage", inspects it, stretches it out, and then flings it out the train window]
Richard Miller: [frustrated] Nice shot!
Thomas Beckett: Ain't no room for Peter Pan on this hunt. You wear Corporal Papich's tree tux that I gave you.
[looks out the window and fiddles with dog tags]
Richard Miller: What the hell are those for?
Thomas Beckett: Respect.
Thomas Beckett: Let me tell ya somethin' - sittin' in an office giving men orders to kill is the same thing as puttin' a bullet in someone's heart yourself. The same. Goddamn. THING.
Richard Miller: [to Beckett] There's always Montana.