Capt. Tom Pickett: I'm here about a murdered policeman, got himself killed the other side of the river in some crummy little Mexican town. A few locals killed, too, and a double-dealing Commandant named Ramirez. But the man I'm concerned about was an American on the border patrol. He had a family. Well liked by his brother officers. I guess he strayed a little bit in some departments, but he was an officer of the law, just the same.
Felina: My fear is my curse. What's yours?
John Smith: I was born without a conscience.
Sheriff Ed Galt: You know something amigo? I think I just spotted a chink in your armor. When you go down... it's going be over a skirt.
John Smith: I'm surprised you aren't mad at me... I thought you might hold it against me for killing 3 of your guys.
Doyle: It's the only cure I know for being stupid.
John Smith: It's not your fault Giorgio's a halfwit Strozzi. You wanna die for a halfwit?
Finn: I guess you'll just have to kill me.
John Smith: It'll hurt if I do.
John Smith: Does your boss have a first name?
Lucy Kolinski: Only in the bedroom.
John Smith: I always like sinners a lot better than saints. She was real easy to look at. But I'm glad I never saw her again.