Don Diego de la Vega: Isn't it ironic? I'm trapped by this brilliant illusion I've created. I'm no longer respected by the very people I've sworn to protect. Yes, Zorro is respected. But who am I? Diego de la Vega or 'The Fox'. The phantom of the night, snatching a few fleeting moments with the woman I love. If she heard me speak today, it would have been a simple matter to conclude that Zorro and I are one and the same. But then Zorro would never catch a cold. Zorro is indestructable.
Don Diego de la Vega: [as Zorro, after throwing Ramon up against a wall] From this moment on, you are this far away from death. At night, look closely into every shadow for my sword. And by the cold light day, know that I am just one step behind you like the fox that I am. Mark me well, one sinister move, one malicious deed, and I will swoop down on you like God's thunder. From this moment on, I own your evil heart and I will crush it, if you hurt this pueblo anymore.