- Padre Martín: And, like our Lord Jesus Christ threw the merchants off the temple, that way one day we will throw all the Communists off this town, the exploiters, the food hoarders, the cyprians, and the good-for-nothing Lupe and Chema, sons of Don Melquiades Franco, municipal president. All will be thrown off here! All who don't give to charity, all who don't come to Mass, all who don't watch the vigil, all, will pay for it one day. And I will make sure of that!
- Churchgoer: You will be left alone, padrecito!
- Padre Martín: Blasphemer! You will atone for all your guilts for a thousand years in Purgatory!
- [upon seeing the corpse of one of Don Melquiades' sheep]
- José Luis: I am no subject matter expert, but the wounds were definitely made by claws and fangs.
- Padre Martín: Lord, help me. Strenghthen me. Give me the valour I need to confront the evil. I have been the worst of Your sons, being that I knew evil before I knew good. If as a priest I have failed You, Lord, help me. Give me the strenght I need to carry it out as Your executioner.
- [observing a Sabbatic Goat painting on the wall]
- José Luis: Who's that?
- Padre Martín: Asmodeus. Leviathan. Beelzebub. Call him as you like.
- José Luis: Satan?
- Padre Martín: Lord of darkness, prince of shadows, king of hell, and of the black side of the Universe.
- José Luis: You talk about him as if you had a lot of respect for him.
- Padre Martín: Satan has to be respected, son. He's a very powerful being, and infinitely cruel.
- Rastreador: I already have many trophies on my fireplace. I wouldn't want to have both your heads in my collection. Take care.