Desperado (1995)

Steve Buscemi: Buscemi

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• El Mariachi : Bless me, Father, for I have just killed quite a few men.

  Buscemi : No shit!

• [first lines] 

  Short Bartender : What do you want?

  Buscemi : Beer.

  Short Bartender : All I got is piss-warm Chango.

  Buscemi : That's my brand. Oh, this is damn good! Say, this is the best beer I've ever had. Actually...

  Short Bartender : [ignoring him]  You need anything over there?

  Buscemi : I'm just glad to be alive right now. I was up a few towns away- you know Saragosa? I was visiting a bar there, not unlike this one. They serve beer, not quite as good as this, but close. And I saw something you wouldn't believe. I'm sitting there, see, small table all by myself. Now this bar, it's full of real low-lives. I mean, not like this place here. No, I mean bad. Like they were up to no good, know what I'm sayin'? Anyway, I'm all by myself, I like it that way. Meanwhile, things are going on... under the table kinds of things. Not too obvious, but, not too secret, either. So, I'm sitting there, and in walks the biggest Mexican I have ever seen. Big as shit. Just walks right in like he owns the place. Now, nobody knew quite what to make of him, or quite what to think. There he was and in he walked. He was dark, too. I don't mean dark-skinned. No, this was different. It was as if he was always walking in a shadow. I mean every step he took towards the light, just when you thought his face was about to be revealed, it wasn't. It was as if the lights dimmed, just for him.

• [telling a story] 

  Buscemi : [sitting at the counter inside the Tarasco Bar]  The stranger shot him, walked over to the bartender, paid, and left.

  Short Bartender : So the bartender lived?

  [laughing] 

  Short Bartender : The bartender never gets killed!

  Buscemi : But as the stranger neared the door...

  [Bartender pulls a shotgun. Stranger shoots bartender] 

  Buscemi : No man, bartender got it worse than anybody.

• Short Bartender : He ordered a soda pop?

  Buscemi : Now, I wasn't interested in his drink. No, I was more interested in what he carrying when he walked in. It was some sort of a suitcase, kind of heavy. And he sat that thing on a stool beside him as if it were his girl.

• Buscemi : What happens when he's dead?

  El Mariachi : [lying on the bed in his hotel room]  When Bucho's dead... it's over. He is the last one.

  Buscemi : End of payback? An eye for an eye and all that crap? You finally gonna be satisfied?

  El Mariachi : I think so.

  Buscemi : I hope so. 'Cause, I don't have the stomach for this anymore.

  El Mariachi : You never did.

  Buscemi : [before leaving his hotel room]  Neither did you.

• Buscemi : Just try and keep it from turning into a fucking bloodbath, all right? Not like last time.

  El Mariachi : [lying on the bed in his hotel room]  That one wasn't my fault.

  Buscemi : Well, of course not.

  El Mariachi : [lying on the bed in his hotel room]  No, they started it.

• Buscemi : Suddenly they got very interested in who you were. So, I laid the story down nice and thick.

  El Mariachi : [lying on the bed in his hotel room]  How thick?

  Buscemi : Well, pretty thick, I told 'em you were the biggest Mexican I've ever seen...

• El Mariachi : Suddenly you're my big brother.

  Buscemi : Well I do feel some responsibility for you, yeah.

• El Mariachi : [knock at the door]  Who is it?

  Buscemi : It's your only friend.

• Buscemi : [testing his patience and if he wanted to hear more of the story]  Can I get a cleaner mug? This one's dirty.

  Short Bartender : Fuck you man! That's the cleanest one I got!

• Buscemi : [sitting at the counter inside the Tarasco Bar]  So, anyway, without warning, without any hint or preview, the stranger whips around, and he sees... me.

  Short Bartender : You saw his face?

  Buscemi : His face? No. His eyes.

• Buscemi : [to the El Mariachi after he puts one of his guns underneath his pillow]  One of these days you're going to lay too hard on that thing and blow your brains out.

• Buscemi : All of a sudden, the bastard spoke. He started talking all whispery to the bartender and you know he was talkin' business because whatever he said upset the bartender. Especially when he mentioned - eh - oh, he said something like - "bitch" or - "Bucho." That's what it was. Bucho!

• Buscemi : It was amazing. Cutthroat scumbags were coming out of the woodwork and dying much-deserved deaths. Now, don't get me wrong, this was no class-act group of guys like you got in here. Not at all. No, these guys were world-class turds and I'm sorry, but they got what they deserved. It was Judgment Night in that place.

• Buscemi : Good luck. Don't get shot.