- Chato: El Demonio, this spill, this is Mother Nature holding us accountable. This is our problem.
- Paul: The spill? The hell with the spill. It's not my fault. I'm not God. I didn't create that thing about there.
- Chato: You're not God. More like a pinche puppet.
- Paul: [chuckles] Yeah, yeah, yeah, man. We're all puppets in the end of the day.
- Chato: The company's puppet, pendejo! You think God cares about this shiny watch? Or your SUVs? Or this pretty red shirt?
- Paul: Hey, I paid my dues, pal. I earned all this. So you can take your superstitious Aztec bullshit and shove it up your ass, because I'm not about to lose any of it! Ever! And this is burgundy!
- Ines: What's going on? What's that thing we saw?
- Paul: I don't know.
- Ines: Oh, that poor man. I ask him to come here and I treat him like shit.
- Paul: No, no, baby. Hey, listen to me. Listen to me. It's not your fault. You couldn't have known. None of us could.
- Ines: What is that then?
- Paul: Some kind of shark.
- Chato: It's not a shark. It's a megalodon.
- Tommy: Those don't exist.
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