An American bartender and his prostitute girlfriend go on a road trip through the Mexican underworld to collect a $1 million bounty on the head of a dead gigolo.

Bennie: [as he keeps shooting a man he has already killed] Why? Because it feels so goddamn good!
Bennie: Listen. The church cuts off the feet, fingers, any other goddamn thing from the saints, don't they? Well, what the hell? Alfredo's our saint. He's the saint of our money, and I'm gonna borrow a piece of him.
Bennie: I can smell shit 100 miles away... sometimes closer.
Bennie: I've been no place I wanna go back to, that's for damn sure.
El Jefe: I will pay one million dollars. Bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia!
Bennie: Nobody loses all the time.
Bennie: You guys are definitely on my shit list!
El Jefe: Please, drink with me. I am a very happy man.
Bennie: Nah, I've got nothing to celebrate.
Bennie: I've killed people... and worse, a whole lot worse.
Bennie: You wanna stay here with him?
Elita: I've been down this road before, and you don't know the way.
Bennie: Come on, Al. We're going home.
Bennie: [after a shootout] Am I still gonna get paid?
Sappensly: [pulling out a gun] Yeah, you'll get paid.
Bennie: I'm gonna nail you, somewhere I'm gonna nail you. You're up there. You're up there you son of a... I'm gonna find you. Damn your eyes! Lemme see that big station wagon.
Bennie: Hell, I wasn't trying to hit them, you know
Elita: I know you weren't.
Bennie: I used to shoot a lot of pistols when I was in the army.
Elita: You're a nice gringo. You didn't have a thing to do in the army anyways.
Bennie: You'd be surprised, honey.
Bennie: [i'll have] a double bourbon with a champagne back, none of your tijano bullshit, and fuck off.
Bennie: There ain't nothing sacred about a hole in the ground or the man that's in it. Or you. Or me.
Bennie: You ought to be drunk in Fresno, California. This place is a palace.
El Jefe: Quien es el padre? Who is the father?
Bennie: Don't you look at me with your Goddamn fucking eyes!