- [last lines]
- El Chuncho: [to a beggar he gave money to earlier] Don't buy bread with your money! No, hombre! Buy dynamite! Dynamite! Dynamite! Dynamite!
- El Chuncho: [pointing to something on Don Felipe's automobile] What's this thing?
- Don Felipe: It's a gear shift.
- El Chuncho: What's it for?
- Don Felipe: ...For shifting gears.
- [American version]
- El Chuncho: [after learning how Tate manipulated him] You're very intelligent, Niño. You never make a mistake.
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: Come on, the train's about to leave. Let's get on.
- El Chuncho: Wait. I have always been your friend, and that's the truth.
- [Tate chuckles]
- El Chuncho: And now I'm going to kill you.
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: C'mon, that's over with.
- El Chuncho: [grunting while trying to pull his gun out of his suit] It's - no, no, no, it isn't. How can a man carry a gun like this?
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: This is stupid; you have the money! Now why do you wanna kill me?
- El Chuncho: [pulls out his gun] It has to be. I'm going to kill you, I have to!
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: But tell me why!
- El Chuncho: I don't know.
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: You're kiddin' me, aren't you?
- El Chuncho: [beat] I don't know.
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: You mean all this time, dammit, you were just kiddin' me along?
- El Chuncho: I don't know why, Niño. It's just that I'm going to kill you!
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: C'mon, at least tell me why!
- [Chuncho screams and shoots him three times, then laughs maniacally]
- El Chuncho: Go... back to the United States, gringo!
- El Chuncho: You don't smoke, you don't drink... you don't notice a pretty girl. What the hell do you like, Niño?
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: Money.
- Adelita: [to Tate] I don't understand you, I don't know what you're up to, and I don't like you anymore, Niño.
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: [during Chuncho's attack on a train] They're revolutionaries?
- Lt. Alvaro Ferreira: They're filthy bandit sons of whores!
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: Yeah? Well, what do they want?
- Lt. Alvaro Ferreira: Our hides, that's what they want!
- Chico - Young Mexican at Train Station: [while waiting for Tate to buy a train ticket] Señor, señor? Are you from the United States? Señor? You like Mexico?
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: No. Not very much.
- [after Tate watches a firing squad kill four revolutionaries]
- Narrator: From 1910 to 1920, Mexico was torn by internal strife. During the entire decade, the vast territory was devastated by bands of marauding bandits. Scenes of this kind were commonplace, as the various factions tried to dominate the others and bring order out of chaos...
- [after Tate watches a firing squad kill four revolutionaries]
- US Version Narrator: Mexico... a million dead. This was the agony of the Mexican Revolution. This was the tragedy of a country swarming with frantic soldiers... and a disorganized mass of poorly-armed peons.
- [International version]
- El Chuncho: [after learning how Tate manipulated him] Niño, you're a very intelligent boy. And you never make mistakes, huh?
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: You can save the compliments. Jump on, the train's leaving.
- El Chuncho: You've been a... very good friend to me, haven't you? Isn't that true? I like you.
- [Tate chuckles]
- El Chuncho: And it's a shame I have to kill you.
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: Will you stop...?
- El Chuncho: [grunting while trying to pull his gun out of his suit] No, no, Niño. I'm finishing.
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: But Chuncho, that's nonsense. I made you into a rich man. Why do you have to murder...?
- El Chuncho: [pulls out his gun] Now, then, I must hurry up and kill you! I must, Niño, I must!
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: Why should you want to kill me?
- El Chuncho: ¿Quién sabe?
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: Tell me why you must do it!
- El Chuncho: [beat] ¿Quién sabe?
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: But... what do you mean, "¿Quién sabe?" You know the reason, you must know!
- El Chuncho: I don't know why I'm doing it. I only know that I must kill you!
- Bill 'Niño' Tate: No, Chuncho! Don't! Wait a minute, tell me why!
- El Chuncho: [shoots Tate three times] There! There! There!
- [laughs maniacally]
- El Chuncho: Go back to the United States, Niño!