Vamos a matar, compañeros

Yolof Peterson:
Your friend is right, compañero. When you're about to die, don't ask so many questions.

Lola:
We fight for the cause of liberty and justice!

Yolof Peterson:
I've heard those words in every country where I've sold guns.

Yolof Peterson:
Excuse me, but your mother is a prostitue, your father is a crook, and your grandfather is a man with a very broad buttocks.

Yolof Peterson:
Allow me to explain. Your mother is a whore, your father is a damn thief, and your grandfather is a notorious fag.

Yolof Peterson:
And as for your sister...

Yolof Peterson:
Your friend is right, compa?ero. When you're about to die, don't ask so many questions.

Lola:
We fight for the cause of liberty and justice!

Yolof Peterson:
I've heard those words in every country where I've sold guns.

Yolof Peterson:
Excuse me, but your mother is a prostitute, your father is a crook, and your grandfather is a man with a very broad buttocks.

Mexican:
What?

Yolof Peterson:
Allow me to explain. Your mother is a whore, your father is a damn thief, and your grandfather is a notorious fag.

[Yolof punches out the Mexican]

Yolof Peterson:
I generously spared your sister...

Yolof Peterson:
If you ever come to Sweden, I'll let you meet my sister.

El Vasco:
[singing] Beautiful eyes, just like the sky... just like your sister, huh?