Melquiades Estrada: Promise me one thing, Pete. If I die over here, carry me back to my family and bury me in my home town. I don't want to be buried on this side among all the fucking billboards.
Border Patrolman: How many got away?
Mike Norton: Three.
Border Patrolman: Well, someone's got to pick strawberries.
Pete Perkins: You need to investigate them border patrols that use a 223.
Belmont: You want me to investigate the Kennedy assassination while I'm at it?
