Cash Bailey: Música! and make it sweet, goddammit, or I'll shoot the band! Jack Benteen: I don't give up my gun without somebody gettin' hurt. Cash Bailey: You know, Jack. I got a feeling the next time we run into each other, we gonna have a killin'. Just a feeling. Sheriff Hank Pearson: The only time the Border Patrol wins hot pursuit is when they get laid. Sheriff Hank Pearson: Morning. Jack Benteen: [snaps] What's good about it!? Sheriff Hank Pearson: Well hell, I said "morning." I didn't say "good morning." Sgt. Larry McRose: You know, if we hit this bank in daylight, we're gonna need a big diversion. Maj. Paul Hackett: We'll blow something up. Sgt. Larry McRose: Yeah, like what? Maj. Paul Hackett: A building a barn, something. Sgt. Larry McRose: A school, a church, something. Maj. Paul Hackett: What, are you particular? Sgt. Larry McRose: Yeah, as a matter of fact I am. This *is* America, you know. Sgt. Declan Patrick Coker: Fucked up. We were supposed to be there to cover the spic, we fucked up. Luther was a friend of mine. Sgt. Buck Atwater: Yeah, well he was a friend of mine, too, man. But he's dead. And that's the way it goes when you're a soldier. You just bite the damn bullet and move on. Man, right now, we just gotta figure some way to get out of this place and get on with the damn mission. Sgt. Declan Patrick Coker: Yeah, the mission. Here we are space-aged, high tech, and we get caught by some stone-age cowboy. Sgt. Buck Atwater: Yeah, Texas Ranger, no less. Sgt. Charles Biddle: Man, why the fuck did the ops call for me to drive off and leave my buddy exposed? I was parked on his ass. I could've shot that motherfucker and *then* drove off. Sgt. Larry McRose: You did your job, Sergeant. The objective was secured. The whole thing went smooth until Fry got careless. He died stupid. Sgt. Charles Biddle:
Oh, come on, Larry! If Coker would've sneezed, he would've been late. The ops was too tight. Now you know that and I know that!
Sgt. Larry McRose: Yeah, and Fry knew it too! Sgt. Charles Biddle: Command is not supposed to put us in those kind of situations! Sgt. Larry McRose: Command *always* puts us in those situations! What the hell do you think we're here for?! Sgt. Charles Biddle: Yeah, it still don't change the fact that my buddy's in a body bag. And he ain't in Lebanon or Honduras. Fuckin' Texas. Jack Benteen: Once I see that Sarita's okay, we'll settle up. Cash Bailey: Why sure, that's only fair. What the hell. You think I want you worried about her when you ought to be concentratin' on killing me? Cash Bailey: I think we better have your gun, or else you don't get to see the love of your life. See, I wouldn't want you hooking up with her with a gun in your hand. Hell, you'd start acting real heroic, blaze away at all these terrible boys I got working for me. Shit, you'd turn it into the Alamo, Jack. Old Cash wouldn't want that. Jack Benteen: I always thought it was a bad habit giving up your gun. Cash Bailey: Alright. Forget Sarita. I'll go get my popper and we'll settle up right here and now. Jack Benteen: [tosses his pistol to Cash] You take real good care of that. Cash Bailey: Don't worry. You'll get it back in time for our little finish-up. You know me. I keep my promises. Jack Benteen: Oh hell, I always knew that, Cash. Problem with you is getting one out of you. Cash Bailey: It's a damn nice country here, I like it. A man can get away with anything, long as he just keeps paying his friends. Cash Bailey: [Jack and Cash pace off before shooting it out] One, two . . . Sarita Cisneros: Cash, no! Cash Bailey: Aw, shit! Look, honey, if you're gonna cry it just fucks it all up, lowers the whole tone. I mean, this ain't just dog shit we're doing, here. These are the two men you love laying in on the line! Sarita Cisneros: [to Jack] You are one fucked up gringo! Sheriff Hank Pearson: Hell, Jack... the only thing worse than a politician is a child molester. Jack Benteen: You know, Hank, the next thing, you're gonna be complaining about the state legislature making women a Ranger. You know that. Sheriff Hank Pearson: Hell, I don't care, as long as she's six-foot-six, mean as a snake. State legislature. Shit, Jack! Only thing worse than a politician is a child molester. Sgt. Buck Atwater: Dip me in shit and roll me in sugar, man! Sgt. Larry McRose: How you doin', you uncouth asshole? Sgt. Buck Atwater: Who you callin' uncouth, man? I'm couth as hell! Sgt. Charles Biddle: Jack Benteen. Texas Ranger. Sgt. Larry McRose:
Yeah, big son of a bitch, ain't he?