Jack Colton
I understand you have a car. We would like to buy it or rent it, we need to get to a town.
Juan
What do you call this I'm living in, a pigsty?
Jack Colton
Oh, no this is great...
Juan
Hit the road.
Jack Colton
No, senor, see we...
Juan
Hit-the-road.
Jack Colton
But we...
Juan
[points a gun at him]
Vaya con dios, gringo.
Jack Colton
[Jack and Joan back off and turn around, to find that all of Juan's men have pulled guns on them too]
Okay, Joan Wilder, write us out of this one.
Juan
Joan Wilder... Joan Wilder? The Joan Wilder?
Juan
[lowering gun, opening door and walking out]
You are Joan Wilder, the novelist?
Joan Wilder
Well, yes, I am.
Juan
I read your books! I read all your books! [turning to his men, in Spanish] This is Joan Wilder, who writes the books I read to you on Saturdays!
Bad Hombre
[awestruck]
Juanita... Juanita, it's Juanita!
[all the men put away their guns and wave enthusiastically]
