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Juan Miranda: [looking through John's binoculars the wrong way] He says there's no danger; all you have to do is just watch the bridge from a long way. No matter how I look with them, I'm still too close to the bridge.
[looks through them the right way]
Juan Miranda: Why am I mixed up in this fucking revolution in the first place? Go ahead, you tell me God; what am I doing here? Why didn't you strike me dead instead of letting me say "I stay too"?
[notices John walking away from the birdge]
Juan Miranda: Oh-ho, look at him. Look at him! All because of him! He acts like a tourist that's going somewhere, only he's staying, eh, heh-heh! Look at him. What the hell does he care, ho-ho, he's having fun. Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! I'm glad he's having fun, God, because I am not having fun. Oh-ho. No! Hey, what's this?
[notices John napping]
Juan Miranda: Ho-ho, now he goes to sleep, eh? Go ahead, you sleep. Sleep. I tell you something God: when he's asleep, I go. Shhh. May the good Lord watch over you.
[prepares to leave, but notices Günther Ruiz and his soldiers arriving at the bridge]
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Priest: [about peasants] I hate saying it, but you should hear them in the confessional. You would never imagine. Did you know that they...
Adelita, woman in stagecoach: I can imagine, Father. I can imagine. Living in such promiscuity. All of them in one room, male and female together, lying in a heap, like rats in a sewer. At night, when the lights are out, all their inhibitions disappear. You never know who's next: mother, sister, daughter... goat...
David Warbeck
Extended Reading
