Pancho Villa: [Lee is preparing to take off] Wait. Fiero is going with you.
Lee Arnold: What? Now wait a minute, Chief. Not with... Chief, it's tough enough up there as it is.
Pancho Villa: No, if you go up there alone, you could fly away. If you try that with Fiero... Fiero will shoot you.
Lee Arnold: Oh? And without a pilot, what's Fiero gonna do?
Pancho Villa: Fiero will shoot you.
Lee Arnold: [thinks, and then grimaces]

Pancho Villa: Everyone is not like you.
President Francisco Madero: My friend, it's very much better that I die a fool trusting too much, than live a tyrant trusting no one at all.

Lee Arnold: After all you've been through, you still believe that he's for the people?
Fina: He's a good man.
Lee Arnold: How 'bout me? Am I good man, too?
Fina: Yes.
Lee Arnold: Well, I'll tell you one thing, honey: I'm as good a man as Villa, and that's not saying a hell of a lot for either one of us.

Lee Arnold: I'll fly for you, but I want something.
Pancho Villa: What?
Lee Arnold: [motions to Fierro] I want to blow his brains out.
Pancho Villa: I don't think he'll let you do that.
Lee Arnold: Well, then let these men go.
Pancho Villa: All right. How many?
Lee Arnold: How man... all of them! Their officers are dead; they can't hurt you; they don't want to fight any more.
Pancho Villa: No. Just one.
Lee Arnold: One?
Pancho Villa: One. Pick him! Go on, gringo. It's your chance to save one life. Go ahead.
Lee Arnold: [to Fierro] You pick him.
Rodolfo Fierro: [to guards] Let one go!
[they watch as one Colorado vaults the wall]

Rodolfo Fierro: Pancho. Don't argue with him. Shoot him, and let's go.
Pancho Villa: No. No, we don't do that any more.

Client in barber shop: Pretty funny games they play down there, huh?
Lee Arnold: What about Villa? Did you hear anything about him?
Client in barber shop: Yeah... Yeah, he escaped from jail in Mexico City. Huerta has practically his entire army looking for him. Must want him pretty bad, huh?
Lee Arnold: Yeah, I guess he does.
Client in barber shop: Hey, Lee. Is this 'Villa' a friend of yours?
Lee Arnold: Yeah, I know him.

Girl in restaurant: I want you to know that I've never been so humiliated in all my life. To leave me here, sitting alone... And in front of all El Paso!
Lee Arnold: Why don't you do me a favor, will you? Just shut up.
[to waiter]
Lee Arnold: May I have the check, please?

[repeated lines]
Rodolfo Fierro: Who cooked this?
Ramirez: Me, Jefe.
Rodolfo Fierro: No, you didn't!
Ramirez: No, I didn't.
Rodolfo Fierro: COOK IT!

[Villa has ordered Fierro to ride in the airplane to prevent Lee from flying away]
Rodolfo Fierro: No.
Pancho Villa: What do you mean, "No"?
Rodolfo Fierro: I mean "No".
Pancho Villa: Why not?
Rodolfo Fierro: Because! Because... Because I don't think he is a good pilot!
Pancho Villa: Hmmm... You are probably right. But it doesn't matter. If he is no good, you shoot him and fly it yourself.
Rodolfo Fierro: Me?
Pancho Villa: Of course! Any child could fly one of these things.
Rodolfo Fierro: You could fly it?
Pancho Villa: Of course.
Rodolfo Fierro: Fly it.