Helena Ayala: My husband was the victim of an informer in your organization, not in ours.
Juan Obregón: That is not true, Mrs. Ayala. Your route has been compromised. Perhaps it's time for me to deal with other distributors in California.
Helena Ayala: I don't think you're gonna do that.
Juan Obregón: You don't?

Juan Obregón: [hands her a mirror with cocaine on it] You first.
Helena Ayala: I'm six months pregnant, I won't do it.
Juan Obregón: Then we don't have a deal.
Helena Ayala: Yeah, right, we don't have a deal. I'm sorry to have wasted your time Mr. Obregón...
Juan Obregón: Okay. Okay, okay. [sniffs cocaine] That's good coke.
Helena Ayala: It should be... it's yours.

Helena Ayala: Who was on the phone?
Carlos Ayala: Oh that was Arnie. He won't be able to make it to the barbeque.

I'm on the board of my son's school, I have fundraisers for adult literacy at my own home. I think I have a right to know if my husband is a legitimate business man.

This could be our last chance! Now get out of the car and shoot him in the head!

Francisco Flores: [about assasinating Eduardo Ruiz] I want to use a bomb.
Helena Ayala: Are you kidding? Can't you just shoot him or something?
Francisco Flores: I don't really like guns. You shoot someone in the head three times and some pinchy doctor will keep them alive.

Juan Obregón: If you want to smuggle narcotics in Senore Espastico Jacobo, that is nothing new, Senora.
Helena Ayala: No, not IN. The doll IS cocaine. High-impact, pressure-molded cocaine. It's odorless. Undetectable by the dogs. Undetectable by anyone...
Juan Obregón: I don't believe you, Senora.

Helena Ayala: My husband was working on something called "the project for the children." Were you aware of this?
Juan Obregón: I don't know. Perhaps I remember something...

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