Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Joaquin? Joaquin!
A name you share with your wife and son.
...in your butt.
A landslide in favour of statehood.
I've heard the name among the locals.
Can I get you something to drink?
De La Luna Julio De La Luna
I knew he was up to something.
...the future.
I still don't know why they call it a wine tasting.
To the victor go the spoils.
Come here.
That's what America means to me.
I'd show it to you, but dinner's waiting.
This dagger, Mr. McGivens...
To beg Elena's forgiveness.
Who can tell me what this word means?
I could not wait.
Here is a prophecy they wrote nearly 1000 years ago.
Now I will give you something to laugh about.
My family is my life.
Stay there!
You didn't even fight to keep Mom.
Stinky...
When I said that we were never meant to be together, I meant it.
If I know Zorro, he's already here.
No, no. On the contrary, you fascinate me.
Your ex-wife may be on the verge to answer that question.
Thank you...
But I think I should let my stomach settle first.
You're de la Vega.
You? I would not be in this mess if you had kept your mask on.
De la Vega. Alejandro de la Vega.
...but what they really want is everything else.
I cannot imagine how it has changed.
No, no, no. No, no, no. I am not missing anything.
Its people.
...the life of an aristocrat.
Alejandro, you are being a pig-headed fool.
- Alejandro. - Elena.
- May I offer you something to drink? - Double tequila, no salt.
No, here is me, here is quitting. We're this far apart. Elena.
Look at you. A real heartbreaker, huh?
...who will take possession of the shipment...
Elena.
I suggest we play as they do in Slovenia.
I will send you both to hell for this!
Once California joins the Union, the Confederate states'll be outnumbered.
Guillermo.
...damnation.
...as we stand in shadow and watch America destroy itself!
Put some more here now.
No, he wouldn't, he doesn't care.
He's as ugly as his mother.
Now, why aren't you in school?
Is it quail?
Lord hates a liar.
Your stepfather would be ashamed.
...I can look forward to spending my days pruning in a tub of naked men?
You can tell me.
Let's speak in Spanish, the language of our fathers.
You.