From Mexico with Love

[Opening lines]

Tito:
[voiceover] How much is a man worth? Four bucks an hour, for the lucky ones. How do you feed your family? Where do you find hope when your name isn't even worth writing down? There's a big fence separating the rich and the poor, bigger than the one dividing the land and much harder to climb. Where does a man get his strength to survive? From his will to fight. It come from a people of fighters, who fight because they have to. How much is a man worth? Depends on which side of the fence you're on the day you were born.

Big Al Stevens:
Can't you control your animals?

Billy:
I'll tell you what. I'll give you a choice. You play me in chess or you box El Angelito.

Hector:
Okay. I'll box El Angelito. W-w-wait, uh, who is El Angelito?

Billy:
Only thing guaranteed in life's a hangover, kid.

Billy:
The old guys - Joe Louis, Jack Dempsey, Ray Robinson, Rocky Marciano, Muhammad Ali - you know what set those guys apart from the rest of the boxing world? Brains. A chump don't become champ without 'em.

Billy:
Any piece of meat can fight, kid. Boxing is thinking. You gotta read the other guy like a chessboard. Always think two, three moves ahead of you.

Hector:
I wanna take on Robert and you can get me there, right?

Billy:
[laughs] That's powerful ambitious, right there! That's just this side of stupid!

[Without warning, Billy slaps Hector hard across the face]

Hector:
[incredulous] What'd you do that for?

Billy:
[flatly and without blinking] A wasp.

Billy:
This fighter has all the speed you're gonna have to deal with with Robert.

Hector:
[espying his latest opponent] I ain't fighin' no girl. Come on!

Billy:
Yes, you are.

Hector:
Whadda ya want me to kiss her or something?

Billy:
I don't care what you do with her - after you spar with her.

[while playing chess, Billy slaps Hector hard across the face without warning]

Hector:
[incredulous] What the hell was that?

Billy:
The wasp again.

Hector:
I didn't hear no wasp.

Billy:
What, do you want me to let him sting you? Huh?

[Still playing chess, Billy slaps Hector hard across the face without warning]

Hector:
What the f***?

Billy:
Look, you've got to think under pressure. You've got to learn to concentrate when you're gettin' clobbered from all sides.

Billy:
IF I WANTED POLITE, I'D TRAIN BALLERINAS!