Bucho: Can't you see that we are fucking closed?
出自電影《三步殺人曲》 的經典對白。
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El Mariachi: You know, it's easier to pull the trigger than play guitar. Easier to destroy than to create.
El Mariachi: Give me the strength to be what I was, and forgive me for what I am.
El Mariachi: I'm looking for a man who calls himself Bucho. That's all. And you had to do it the hard way.
El Mariachi: Just in case. It's a long ride to the next town.
Can't you see that we are fucking closed?
Short Bartender: Bad beer, bad service. Don't people know not to come in here?
Buscemi: Ya know, one of these days you're gonna lie down too hard on that thing and blow your brains out.
Bucho: You come to kill me? Let me tell you something. You have already killed me!
Buscemi: One of these days you're going to lay too hard on that thing and blow your brains out.
Pick-up Guy: Look, I swear, I have no fuckin' idea what the hell's going on here!
El Mariachi: If you want to go - go. If you're going to stay - relax.
Bucho: You are a guitar player. What the fuck is a guitar player doing killing my men, ruining my business?
Bucho: It's a bookstore. Burn it down.
El Mariachi: You know, it's easier to pull the trigger than play guitar. Easier to destroy than to create.
El Mariachi: Give me the strength to be what I was, and forgive me for what I am.
El Mariachi: I'm looking for a man who calls himself Bucho. That's all. And you had to do it the hard way.
Short Bartender: Bad beer, bad service. Don't people know not to come in here?
Pick-up Guy: Look, I swear, I have no fuckin' idea what the hell's going on here!
El Mariachi: If you want to go - go. If you're going to stay - relax.
Bucho: You are a guitar player. What the fuck is a guitar player doing killing my men, ruining my business?
Bucho: It's a bookstore. Burn it down.
El Mariachi: Give me the strength to be what I was, and forgive me for what I am.
El Mariachi: I'm looking for a man who calls himself Bucho. That's all. And you had to do it the hard way.
El Mariachi: Just in case. It's a long ride to the next town.
Bucho: Can't you see that we are fucking closed?
Short Bartender: Bad beer, bad service. Don't people know not to come in here?
Buscemi: One of these days you're going to lay too hard on that thing and blow your brains out.
Bucho: You come to kill me? Let me tell you something. You have already killed me!
Priest: Did you want confession? El Mariachi: Heh? Well, maybe later, Father. 'Cause where I am going, I'd just have to come right back.
Buscemi: The stranger shot him, walked over to the bartender, paid, and left. Short Bartender: So the bartender lived? Short Bartender: The bartender never gets killed! Buscemi: But as the stranger neared the door... Buscemi: No man, bartender got it worse than anybody.
Buscemi: Suddenly they got very interested in who you were. So, I laid the story down nice and thick. El Mariachi: How thick? Buscemi: Well, pretty thick, I told 'em you were the biggest Mexican I've ever seen...
El Mariachi: Suddenly you're my big brother. Buscemi: Well I do feel some responsibility for you, yeah.
Buscemi: Can I get a cleaner mug? This one's dirty. Short Bartender: Fuck you man! That's the cleanest one I got!
Carolina: What about calling your friends? El Mariachi: Campa. Quino. They would destroy the city.
Bucho: It's one thing if you can't find someone running around the city hiding any place he chooses. I can understand that. What I can't understand is how you let him get away when you knew where he was! Now you drive around town. You see someone you don't know, you shoot them. How hard is that, huh? Bucho: Look over there. Bucho: I don't know him. Never seen him before. Bucho: Look, he has a gun! Shrug: Bucho: Must be him! Shrug: Hey... Bucho: Now, how hard is that? It's that easy.
Priest: Did you want confession? El Mariachi: Eh? Maybe later, Father; because where I am going, l'd just have to come right back.
Niño: I wanted to see the guitar. El Mariachi: Do you play? Niño: Yes, do you? El Mariachi: A little bit. Niño: Play something. El Mariachi: Not right now. Niño: This is my father's, but he doesn't play anymore. El Mariachi: No? Niño: There's not that much work for a mariachi these days. Now he just watches TV. El Mariachi: I'm sorry to hear that. Niño: He was never that good anyway.
Carolina: You'll never find work in this town. El Mariachi: What? Carolina: Guitar. Nobody hires musicians around here. El Mariachi: I know. I use it to pick up girls.
El Mariachi: Isn't there a hospital? Carolina: Trust me. You don't want to go to a hospital here.
Carolina: I know who you are. El Mariachi: Really? Carolina: You're that guy you always hear stories about. You kill drug dealers. El Mariachi: I'm looking for Bucho. Do you know him?
Right Hand: There's someone else out there. I know there is! And I want to find him now. Bucho: Who else is there? The guitar player? The guy is a myth, man. A myth.
