The Road to El Dorado (2000)

Tulio: I'm not sure I can trust you.
Chel: I'm not really asking you to trust me, am I?

Tulio: Any last words?
Miguel: I will cut you to ribbons.
Tulio: Fool! Such mediocrity! Let your sword do the talking.
Miguel: I will, it will be loquacious to a fault.

Cortes: My crew was as carefully chosen as the disciples of Christ, and I will not tolerate stowaways. You will be flogged, and when we put into Cuba to resupply, God willing you will be flogged some more. And then enslaved on the sugar plantations for the rest of your miserable lives. To the brig.
Miguel: Alright! Cuba.

Tulio: Wait a minute, new plan: we find the city of gold, we take the gold, and then we row back to Spain.
Miguel: And buy Spain.

Cortes: My crew was chosen as carefully as the Disciples of Christ, and I will not tolerate stowaways. You will be flogged. And when we put in to Cuba to resupply, God willing, you will be flogged some more. And then enslaved on the sugar plantations for the rest of your miserable lives. To the brig.
Miguel: All right! Cuba.

Miguel: Look! El Dorado! The city of gold! This could be our destiny! Our fate.
Tulio: Miguel, if I believed in fate, I wouldn't be playing with loaded dice.

Miguel: You don't think... Cortes could have got here before us and.
Tulio: And what? Taken all the really big rocks? The scoundrel.

Tulio: Look, change of plans. We have to grab what we can and go.
Miguel: What? Why?
Tulio: Because the High Priest is nuts.

Miguel: You fight like my sister.
Tulio: I've fought your sister. That's a compliment.

Miguel: Oh, come on.
Tulio: I'm not coming on.

Tulio: Miguel, he's a ruthless war-horse, not a poodle.

Tulio: Your horse bit me in the butt.

Miguel: Tulio, you worry too much.
Tulio: No, I worry exactly the right amount. You can never worry too much.

Narrator: Somewhere out of the blue/ in a crowded street/ or a deserted square/ I'll turn and I'll see you/ as if we always knew/ That someday we could start again someday soon.