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Based on the true life experiences of poet Jimmy Santiago Baca, the film focuses on half-brothers Paco and Cruz, and their bi-racial cousin Miklo. It opens in 1972, as the three are members... See full summary »
Montana: You speak Spanish huero, so do parrots.
Paco: ¿What do you vatos want to do ese? Spider: Caele, homies. Paco: You gotta pay your dues to me, pinche mamón. Spider: You want to throw it out, puto? Come and get some. Chale, motherfucker! Paco: Man, Fuck You. ¿You want another placazo bad ass? Come and get it motherfucker! Spider: Chinga tu madre! I will cut your fucking heart out, punk! Coolaide: ¡ANDALE! Paco: ¡And Fuck these other vatos, ese! ¡Get up Chucky, get up! You fuck with my familia eh, you got to answer to me, here and now come on, toe to toe. [Chucky whistles] Paco: ¡LET'S GO MOTHERFUCKER! Let's see what kind of man you are in daylight. [Spider see is in his back a lot of Vatos Locos with shotguns] Paco: ¿What's the matter, Spider you are scared of me? Spider: ¡I'm gonna catch you on the fuckin' rebound, punk! Paco: ¡I'm gonna squash you, like the pinche bug you are, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER! Spider: ¡VAMONOS!
Miklo Velka: When you expect nothing and get everything, that's destiny.
Miklo Velka: Vatos Locos forever, ese!
Miklo: I may be white from the outside, but I'm brown on the inside, TO THE BONE.
Miklo: What am I going to tell my parole officer? Popeye: Tell him to suck his pee-pee.
Popeye: White bitch, give me some chon-chon. Miklo Velka: Get away from me. Popeye: You get NOTHING for free in here punk! Miklo Velka: CHINGA TU MADRE!
Big Al: Im about finished waiting for my money, punk.
Paco: You should not have done that to my brother, Cruzito, ese! Know what I mean jellybean? You wanna dance? I know a tune, that's gonna stick and cut. [slashes spider across cheek]
Cruz: Hey homes you can't come here any more, unless you're gonna bust me. Paco: ¿And who the FUCK gave you permission to use my little brother in your paintings? Cruz: ¡I don't need permission from you, he's my carnalito too! Paco: Don't you use Juanito as an excuse to wreck your life. ¡YOU DON' HAVE THAT RIGHT! Cruz: Si culero, ¡¿I don't have that right, huh? Fuckin' right I don't [while cutting Juanito's picture in his paintings] Cruz: ¡I don't have that fuckin' right! ¿You want him out of my painting joto? ¡All right, all right THERE HE IS! ¡AHI ESTA, TOMA, TAKE IT MAN COME ON! Juanito always loved me more than you, homes. Tu te creeias muy chingón but you were always so much of a BADASS to love the little vato. Just like you are now so much of a fucking badass you kill YOU'RE OWN PEOPLE! Paco: NOOOOOOOO! Don't you ever say that to me again Cruzito, I let you say that one more time. Cruz: ¡QUE PUTO WHAT THE FUCK! You're gonna kick my ass? Well caiga LET'S GET DOWN! Come on you're the badass! Paco: I don't want to fight with you little brother. Cruz: Well what, bust me? Well come on gabacho you're the law. Do you're job. [Paco looks at Cruz] Cruz: ¡DO YOU'RE FUCKING JOB!
Cruz: For 10 years, I've been star-trekking through the Twilight Zone.
Prison Librarian: Cocaine is America's cup of coffee.
Popeye: Hey, Cinderella, go find yourself a fella, you're on the clock bitch and midnight is coming, you got the wrong man.
Montana: What do you want? Miklo: I thought you wanted it. Montana: What? Miklo: My chop. Montana: I don't want his pork chop. [grabs apple from Milko's tray] Montana: I want his life.
Paco: What a dick Rollie McCann: Dick and Asshole that's all you ever call me. What is my name Dick Asshole?
Miklo Velka: What am I gonna tell my parole officer?
Miklo Velka: Im gonna lick you clean.
Miklo Velka: ¡VIVA VATOS LOCOS! Spider: ¡I'm gonna fuck you up, you Casper looking, motherfucker! ¡Get in the car, Demon! Paco: ¡VL! Cruz: ¡AY VIENEN, AY VIENEN! Miklo Velka: ¡SHIT! Paco: [Throws a trash can to Spider's car] ¡FUCK YOU, PUTOS ESE! Miklo Velka: ¡You should try to ride a tricycle Spider! Cruz: ¡Spider puto, you paint our wall, we'll paint your ass, ese! Spider: ¡¿Why you want to bust our ride around, punk? ¡Fuck You Candelaria, we're taking over this varrio!
Cruz: [taking a shot] Take the pain away...
Coolaide: That's the punk from the Alley. [Talking to Spider referring to Miklo] Miklo Velka: Hey Spider? Spider: [Spills his drink off his mouth] Vato Loco must be a medication to come here. Miklo Velka: ¡You cut my carnal, i'm here to jack you off, puto! [Starts to hit the fence with a hockey stick]
Popeye: She looks a little Bowlegged to me Al.
Rollie McCann: Let's go, out of the car! Popeye: Careful, careful we are tax payers, Officer McCann. Paco: Turn around! Rollie McCann: [Talking to Smokey and Apache] You two, out of the car! Popeye: [Looks at Paco's hand] Orale, that's a nice placa you got there, ese. You should be riding with me, not fucking with me, carnal. Paco: [Pushes Popeye] Hey don't you call me carnal, you piece of shit I'm not your brother, these comebacks of few are killing of our kids. Popeye: You should get some clothes on officer before you get arrested for indecent exposure, what an example you set for the kids. Paco: Listen you motherfuckin' rat punk, i'm gonna put your rat clicka back to the joint you hear me, you keep talking, YOU KEEP TALKING!
Old Con: For Cheap Times ! For Cheap Times !
Big Al: Move on nigger, before I carpet my cell with your black skin.
Miklo Velka: [Takes a Knife out and puts it on Clavo's neck] You want to see who I am, huh? Cruz: ¡CALMALA, CALMALA! Realthing: [Takes a gun and points it on Popeye] I'll do the warning shots, cabrón! Smokey: We can do the Running Truck or we can op each other. Apache: POCOS PERO LOCOS, HOMIE! Cruz: Miklo, don't fuck around ese. Clavo: Realthing, don't do it. Cruz: Miklo, this vato is big trouble! Miklo Velka: CALLATE! Clavo: You blobbed into this game, gabacho, you better hold in 5 aces. Miklo Velka: In the joint I was hustling more money than that punk ever dreamed of, he was punch my timeclock. WHAT'S THE GIG? Cruz: Aguila, Aguila.
Cruz: You think you used your brotherhood up like a shot of tequila?
Big Al: And now for my brown brothers... Sorry no tortillas!