Romancing the Stone1984

Jack Colton:
I understand you have a car. We would like to buy it or rent it, we need to get to a town.

Juan:
What do you call this I'm living in, a pigsty?

Jack Colton:
Oh, no this is great...

Juan:
Hit the road.

Jack Colton:
No, senor, see we...

Juan:
Hit-the-road.

Jack Colton:
But we...

Juan:
[points a gun at him] Vaya con dios, gringo.

[Jack and Joan back off and turn around, to find that all of Juan's men have pulled guns on them too]

Jack Colton:
Okay, Joan Wilder, write us out of this one.

Juan:
Joan Wilder... Joan Wilder? The Joan Wilder?

[lowering gun, opening door and walking out]

Juan:
You are Joan Wilder, the novelist?

Joan Wilder:
Well, yes, I am.

Juan:
I read your books! I read all your books! [turning to his men, in Spanish] This is Joan Wilder, who writes the books I read to you on Saturdays!

Bad Hombre:
[awestruck] Juanita... Juanita, it's Juanita!

[all the men put away their guns and wave enthusiastically]