Miguel: Hey, hey, Altivo! Want the nice apple? Come and get it! BUT you have to do a trick for me first! All you have to do is FIND THE PRYBAR, a long piece of iron with a hooky thing at the end, yeah?

Tulio: Miguel, you’re talking to a HORSE.

Miguel: Shush, shush, that’s it Altivo, find the prybar!

Tulio: Yeeees "find the prybar"! He can’t understand PRYBAR! He’s a dumb horse, there’s no way he c-

*A set of keys fall on the ground*

Tulio: WELL, it’s NOT a prybar.

No, no, not with the FACE-

C’mon, baby, papa needs that crappy map…

Apparently, "El Dorado" is native for… GREAT… BIG… ROCK!!!!!"

I knew it!! THOSE DICE ARE LOADED!!

Tulio: What? You gave me LOADED dice?? Guard! Arrest him!

Miguel: You DARE to impugn my honour?! HE was the one who was cheating! Arrest HIM! He tricked these sailors and took their money!

Tulio: Oh, so now I’m the thief??

Miguel: Yes!

Tulio: Well take a look in the MIRROR, pal!

Miguel: Oh! You’d BETTER give that money back or I’ll – en garde!!

Tulio: En garde yourself! I will give you the honour of a quick and painless death! *Pulls out tiny dagger* Hmm? Not with that! Gotta fight fairly! *Pulls out sword*

Tulio: Well, any last words?

Miguel: I will cut you to ribbons fool!

Tulio: Such mediocrity! Let your sword do the talking!

Miguel: I will, it will be loquacious to a fault!

Miguel: Hahaha!

Tulio: HahaHA! You mincing- fencing- twit!

Miguel: Haha you fight like my sister!

Tulio: I’ve fought your sister – that’s a compliment!

Miguel: Braggart! Heathen!

Tons of gold for you –hey! Tons of gold for me –hey! Tons of gold for we –ah!!

MIGUEL if I believed in FATE I wouldn’t be playing with LOADED DICE.

I bet we can make that! "Two pesetas says we can’t!" You’re on! Whoooooa!! *Land in barrels* You lose!

You will be flogged. And when we put into Cuba to resupply, God willing you will be flogged some more. And then enslaved on the sugar plantations for the rest of your miserable lives. To the brig. "Awright – CUBA!"

OK, here’s the plan – dead of night, you and I grab some provisions, hijack one of those longboats, and then we row back to Spain like there’s no mañana!

Row back to Spain, yeah? "Yeah." In a ROWBOAT? "You got it!"

I am Miguel. "And I am Tulio." *Miguel gets his foot caught in reins* And they call us Miguel and Tulio!

Perhaps Lord Tulio will enlighten me. *slicks hair* how do I look? "Huh? Oh, uh, WELL…" Oh SHUT UP.

What’s he going to think if he finds one of the gods like this with me? "‘Lucky god’?"

Would you like your victims bound to an altar or would you prefer them free range? And will you be devouring their essence whole or… piece-by-piece? "Er..."

I’ll discuss the entire, um, blood… issue… right away.

Oh my God! It’s tough to be a god!

OK, here’s the gate, here’s the boat. "OK, and?" Here’s the GATE here’s the BOAT. "Uh-huh, got that, and?" Well, here’s the GOAT and here’s the BATE… "Tulio!"

YEEEEOW- YOUR HORSE BIT ME IN THE BUTT!!!!!!

Hey, hey, hey Altivo! Ah-ta-ta not for you! You’re on half rations – orders from Cortès.

THOSE DICE ARE LOADED!!!!!!!!

It’s – it’s – it’s El Doradooooo!

CHEL we’re NOT ON THE HORSE! "*evil laughter*"

C’mon Tulio, we’ll follow that trail! "What trail?" The TRAIL that we BLAZE! *vines fall to reveal stone wall* THAT trail that we blaze!!!!

OK here’s the plan – you… pet him… and I’ll… RUN!!!! "Oh well THANKS a lot!"

(famous last words:) We shoulda kept those swords I think.