Three Burials (2005)
Melquiades Estrada: Promise me one thing, Pete. If I die over here, carry me back to my family and bury me in my home town. I don't want to be buried on this side among all the fucking billboards.
[Pete makes a date with two girls and introduces them to Melquiades]
Melquiades Estrada: That's the one from the cafe, right?
Pete Perkins: Yes, genius.
Melquiades Estrada: But she's married!
Pete Perkins: So's the other one.
Melquiades Estrada: Oh, shit.
Border Patrolman: How many got away?
Mike Norton: Three.
Border Patrolman: Well, someone's got to pick strawberries.
Pete Perkins: Thank you!
Old Man with Radio: I need to ask you a favor.
Pete Perkins: Anything you want.
Old Man with Radio: I need you to go ahead and shoot me. My son, he ain't coming back.
Pete Perkins: Oh, he'll come back.
Old Man with Radio: He said he had cancer. Told me to go into town with him. But I don't want to go. I've lived here all my life. I don't want to offend God by shooting myself. It's a problem, you see.
Pete Perkins: We don't want to offend God neither.
[Pete and Mike start to leave]
Old Man with Radio: You're good people. You need to go ahead and shoot me.
Pete Perkins: You need to investigate them border patrols that use a 223.
Belmont: You want me to investigate the Kennedy assassination while I'm at it?
[Pete is forcing Mike to sleep besides the body of Melquiades Estrada]
Mike Norton: Hey! Hey, you!
Pete Perkins: My name is Pete.
Mike Norton: Well, Pete, the ants are eating your friend.
Belmont: There's a thousand ways he can go to Mexico, and that sonofabitch is so fuckin' nuts he might be headin' north to Canada.
Rachel: Viagra works for Bob.
Belmont: I'll turn truck-stop queer and blowjob-giver before I use that shit.
Pete Perkins: What's Belmont doing?
Rachel: He went on vacation. He said that it wasn't his problem, that it was between you and the Border Patrol, and he wanted to go to Sea World.
Pete Perkins: You try to run away again, and I'll kill you. I guess you know that by now.
Mike Norton: Yes, sir.
Mariana: Is there hot coffee?
Juan: Yes, fresh made.
Mariana: Bring me the pot.
[Mariana pours the coffee in Mike's lap, then hits him with the pot]
Mariana: Now we're even, asshole.