Gangster 1: Who the fucks are you? Chinga tu Madre!
Ganster 2: Shoot them!
Gangster 3: There!
Ganster 4: Hijo de puta!
Don't let them out of here!
Ben: Everybody ready.
Eddie: Didn't think they'd ever stop fucking coming.
Gangster 5: Cut them off!
You're fuck . . .
Eddie: Leave some for us.
Kim: These assholes are really pissing me off!
Gangster 6: Hey, chocho! Show yourself!
Kim: Try aiming!
Gangster 6: This is it for you.
Kim: Watch out!
Eddie: You got that bitch.
Ben: Let's torch these tents.
Eddie: Whoa, that's some good shit, man.
Kim: Guerra, don't fucking inhale it.
Ben: He's already baked. Jesus. Let's just spray the tags and get the hell out of here.
Eddie: Araña was here, bitches.
Ben: Let's get back to the car before somebody sees us.
Kim: Where is that second field?
Eddie: Not far. We take that out and whatever else we can find.
Ben: Maybe they have a helipad.
Eddie: I would if I was them. Easy in, easy out.
Kim: Where the hell are we going?
Eddie: Over by the river. It's not far. From there, we have another little hike into the woods.
Gangster 7: Yo te mataria!
Gangster 8, Cut around right, man!
Gangster 9: Take the bitches out!
Get them! Don't let them go away.
Ganster 8: You aren't leaving here alive, fool.
Eddie: These pandejos are starting to piss me off.
Gangster 9: Cut them off!
Gangster 9: Cut around right!
Kim: Get down!
Eddie: Say your prayers, homes. This is it for you.
Gangster 10: Watch out, man!
Gangster 11: It's like you fit in a barrel, homes.
Kim: If we weren't watching your back, you would motherfucking dead!
You see anybody moving?
Eddie: I think the bears are going to be chilling a little early this year.
Kim: Yeah, let's get out of here before they get the munchies.
Eddie: Get in the car!