A man known as Diablo emerges to head a drug cartel after the previous leader is imprisoned.

Hondo: Remember that cop who took down the big man? We took care of his stupid bitch wife.
Sean Vetter: So you took care of his stupid bitch wife?
Hondo: Yeah. Any bitch who marries a cop has got to be stupid. The keys are in the car. Take care.
Sean Vetter: You killed my wife, you motherfucker?
[Sean beats him to death]
Sean Vetter: They call us down here. They take away our weapons? They expect us to go into a building full of drunken cartel gunmen unarmed? I mean, that isn't fun.
Ty Frost: You're not gettin' paid to have fun. Good luck, gentlemen.
Sean Vetter: Watch your language.
Hollywood Jack: Ohh, I'm sorry buddy. Let me rephrase: FUCK YOU!
Sean Vetter: [to a stripper] Get the fuck off my lap.
Sean Vetter: [standing at his wife's grave] Don't watch me now.
[last lines]
Sean Vetter: [referring to his wife's grave] Who picked the stone?
Demetrius Hicks: We all did.
Sean Vetter: She would've liked that.
Hollywood Jack: Call my lawyer you cocksucker!
Sean Vetter: Call your lawyer?
Sean Vetter: [Sean punches Hollywood Jack]
Hollywood Jack: God!
Sean Vetter: You don't know who that is? I'll call your fuckin' lawyer. I'll beat the shit out of him after I beat the fuck out of you!
Sean Vetter: I tracked you for seven years. You never went to the same place twice. Until you came home.
Memo Lucero: I told you you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. If you'd stayed out of my business, your wife would still be alive. Mira, cabrĂ³n... Your arrogance killed her, not me. Like your arrogance coming here! Do you think you could come into my domain and kill me?
Sean Vetter: If I wanted you dead, you would be.
Demetrius Hicks: I know you don't like the police. Damn sure talkin' to a police in a attic. Back in the day, I couldn't stand the police, man. They used to fuck with us all the time, me and my homies, be rollin' down the street. They'd pull us over jackin' fools.
Overdose: You po-po!
Demetrius Hicks: I know!
Demetrius Hicks: Why are you still alive and your homies are dead?
Overdose: I was in the attic.
Demetrius Hicks: Doin' what?
Overdose: Hidin'.
Demetrius Hicks: What kind of coward shit is that, man?
Overdose: You see homey in there in that chair with his tongue pulled through his neck? Man, you'd better get real. Reflexes too slow.
Sean Vetter: I like this car.
Hollywood Jack: Hey, nice truck.
Sean Vetter: Thanks.
Hollywood Jack: In fact, I was thinking about trading this one in for, like, seven of those.
[after Jack sarcastically claims he will trade his Porsche for Sean's truck]
Sean Vetter: Ah... Let me get your license and registration, please.
Hollywood Jack: May I, um, ask what I did?
Sean Vetter: Yeah, your mud flaps. You got no mud flaps on this.
Hollywood Jack: It's a fuckin' Porsche.
Sean Vetter: Well you won't have to worry about it when you trade it in for the truck.
Sean Vetter: What does the name Overdose mean to you?
Hollywood Jack: Over who?
Sean Vetter: OVERDOSE!
Hollywood Jack: There's a human being named Overdose?
Overdose: Get the fuck out of my house!
Demetrius Hicks: Listen man, you got to chill! All right?
Overdose: Chill? Fuck you!
[fires a couple of gunshots while Sean fires back]
Overdose: You want me to chill so you can ice me? Fuck you! Get the fuck out!