When the fantasy has ended/and all the children are go/ I feel that something inside me/comes to carry on/I ate some bugs/I ate some grass/I use my hands/To wipe my tears/To kiss your mouth/I break my vows/No, no, no, no, no, no way jose/And if you want to/we can break our vows together/

Nacho: Those guys were a couple of wussies, eh?Esqueleto: They scalped my hairs, okay? I look hideous. And you gave them permission to hurt me like this.Nacho: But I couldn't have anybody see my face, Steven. Come on!

Nacho: Ok. Orphans! Listen to Ignacio. I know it is fun to wrestle. A nice piledrive to the face... or a punch to the face... but you cannot do it. Because, it is in the Bible not to wrestle your neighbour.Chancho: So you've never wrestled?Nacho: Me? No. Come on. Don't be crazy. I know the wrestlers get all the fancy ladies, and the clothes, and the fancy creams and lotions. But my life is good! Really good! I get to wake up every morning, at 5AM, and make some soup! It's the best. I love it. I get to lay in a bed, all by myself, all of my life! That's fantastic! Go. Go away! Read some books!