Goth Kid: What's with Mexicans and death!
Grandma: Kids these days, with their long hair and not killing stuff.
La Muerte: The world keeps spinning, and the tales keep turning, and people come and people go, but they're never forgotten. And the one truth we know, it held true one more time... That love, true love, the really, really good kind of love never dies.
Joaquin: Hey, Chakal! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?
Bandit: 'Cause no one's that big, man.
Candle Maker: Go write your own stories.
Manolo: I know about the wager. Xibalba cheated!
La Muerte: He did what?
Manolo: Yeah! With a two-headed snake!
[La Muerte starts to boil with rage]
Candle Maker: [to Manolo, Carmen and Luis] You might wanna cover your ears right now.
La Muerte: [yelling with rage as her candles brightens the Land of the Forgotten] XIIIII... BAAAAL... BAAAAAAAA!
Skeleton Jorge: [Repeated line] Savage.
Carlos Sanchez: All of these families have lost someone, but as long as we remember them, we can feel their presence with us for one night each year.
Grandma: Kids today, with their long hair and their no killing stuff.
Chakal: I hate everybody.
Manolo: So, my father tells me you hate bull fighters.
Manolo: [Draws his swords] Well then, let's do this.
Chakal: [laughs] You and what army?
[Manolo's deceased family member suddenly appear]
Maria: [Revealing her skill with fencing] Did I mention I also studied fencing?