Booth Quotes in Machete (2010)

Booth: Machete sent me a text.

Osiris Ampanpour: What did it say?

Booth: "You just fucked with the wrong Mexican."

Booth: Tell me, where are my wife and daughter?

Machete: With God.

Booth: Well, I guess I won't be seeing them.

April Booth: Do you even know how many hits I get on my website?

Booth: You have a website? She has a website? Did you know about this?

April Booth: I know all about what the online public wants. And they want me. All of me.

Booth: That does it. I'm sending you to a convent.

Booth: Where is Machete and where are my wife and daughter?

Padre Benito del Toro: In hell!

[cries]

Booth: Then give them my best.

[nails Padre to a cross]

Troubled Guy: I don't know... lately I just don't feel like there's anything special about me.

Booth: You are an incredibly sensitive man, who inspires joy-joy feelings in all those around you.

Booth: Gun. Noun. Portable firearm. This device was widely utilized in the urban wars of the late twentieth century. Referred to as a pistol, a piece...

Simon Phoenix: Look I don't need a history lesson! C'mon, HAL, where are the god damn guns?

Moral Statute Machine: You are fined one credit for a violation of the Verbal Morality Statute.

Simon Phoenix: What? Fuck you!

Moral Statute Machine: Your repeated violation of the Verbal Morality Statute has caused me to notify the San Angeles Police Department. Please remain where you are for your reprimand.

Simon Phoenix: Yeah, right.

[police sirens approach]

Simon Phoenix: Fuckers are fast too.

Moral Statute Machine: You are fined one credit for a violation of the Verbal Morality Statute.

[after Chris' truck is blown up by Watkins]

Booth: [at Chris] A truck for a truck! A truck for a truck!

[Chris and Ray have torn up Booth's truck as Booth is tied to chair and forced to watch]

Booth: You're gonna get hurt!

[Booth growls at Chris and Ray; they laugh]

Ray Templeton: [laughing] What an idiot!

[Chris has been captured by Jay's men; he lays on a table. Booth produces a craft knife]

Burke: What are you doing?

Booth: Special forces, special treatment!

Burke: This guy knows Hamilton!

Burke, Booth: [Booth grunts as he starts to cut into Chris' mid-section; Chris screams and struggles]

Booth: [to Burke] Hold him!

[Chris' screams continue]