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Berated all his life by those around him, a monk follows his dream and dons a mask to moonlight as a Luchador (Mexican wrestler).
Nacho: I am a-singing at the party / I am singing it's my turn to sing at this party / Everyone is dancing, happy party / But Ramses is not dancing he does not dance at the parties / Ramses' number one he knows the secret of desire / Ramses is the one, he puts the people all on fire.
Nacho: Chancho. When you are a man, sometimes you wear stretchy pants in your room. It's for fun.
Nacho: Ok. Orphans! Listen to Ignacio. I know it is fun to wrestle. A nice piledrive to the face... or a punch to the face... but you cannot do it. Because, it is in the Bible not to wrestle your neighbour. Chancho: So you've never wrestled? Nacho: Me? No. Come on. Don't be crazy. I know the wrestlers get all the fancy ladies, and the clothes, and the fancy creams and lotions. But my life is good! Really good! I get to wake up every morning, at 5AM, and make some soup! It's the best. I love it. I get to lay in a bed, all by myself, all of my life! That's fantastic! Go. Go away! Read some books!
Nacho: I'm not listening to you! You only believe in Science. That's probably why we never win! Esqueleto: We never win because you are fat!
Señor Ramon: What is this? Nacho: Leftovers. Enjoy. Señor Ramon: There is no flavor. There are no spices. Where are the chips? Nacho: Somebody stole them. Señor Ramon: Did you not tell them that they were the Lord's chips? Nacho: I was trying to! Señor Ramon: You are useless Ignacio! Elderly Monk: Silence brothers! This is the worst lunch I ever had. Señor Ramon: Your only job is to cook. Do you not realize I have had diarrhea since Easters? Nacho: Ok... Maybe I am not meant for these duties. Cooking duty. Dead guy duty. Maybe it's time for me to get a better duty!
Nacho: They think I do not know a buttload of crap about the Gospel, but I do!
Sister Encarnación: Where are your robes, Ignacio? Nacho: They were... stinky. These are my recreational clothes. Sister Encarnación: They look expensive. Nacho: Thank you. I mean... they might have the appearance of riches, but beneath the clothes, we find a man... and beneath the man we find... his... nucleus. Sister Encarnación: Nucleus?
Nacho: When the fantasy has ended/and all the children are gone/Something good inside me/helps me to carry on/I ate some bugs/I ate some grass/I used my hand to wipe my tears/To kiss your mouth/I break my vows/no no no no no no way Jose/Unless you want to/Then we break our vows together.
Esqueleto: Surpise. [holding corn in both hands] Nacho: Get that corn outta my face!
Nacho: Those eggs were a lie, Esqueleto. A LIE! They give me no eagle powers! The give me no nutrients! Esqueleto: Sorry. Nacho: I don't want to get paid to lose. I wanna win!
Nacho: [signing letter to Sister Encarnacion] Hug hug, kiss kiss, hug hug, big kiss, little hug, kiss kiss, little kiss.
Nacho: I was wondering if you would like to join me in my quarters this night... for some toast.
Nacho: Precious Father, why have you given me this desire to wrestle and then made me such a stinky warrior?
Nacho: Do you remember when everyone was shouting my name, and I used my strength to rip my blouse. Esqueleto: Yea, and I saw them knock you unconscious, ok?
Sister Encarnación: Can I come in? Nacho: No, people might get the wrong idea about you... Like maybe you are a floozy.
Esqueleto: I hate orphans! Nacho: Say it to my face! Esqueleto: I hate them! Nacho: Come again? Esqueleto: I hate all the orphans in the WHOLE WORLD!
Nacho: Don't you want a little taste of the glory? See what it tastes like? Esqueleto: NO!
Juan Pablo: How come we can't ever have just like a salad? Nacho: Be grateful, Juan Pablo, today is especially delicious. [takes a bite of the beans and chokes, it comes out of his nose]
Nacho: [singing] I ate some bugs, I ate some grass, I used my hand, to wipe my tears.
Nacho: Have you ever have you ever had feelings for a nun?
Nacho: Chancho! I need to borrow some sweats. Chancho: Are you leaving us? Nacho: No, Chancho, I would never leave you. I just need to borrow some sweats.
Señor Ramon: Orphans, smile and be happy. For God has blessed us with a new teacher. She hails from the Oaxaca Parish Convent of the Immaculate Hearts Sisters Ladies Mountains of Guadalupe. Sister Encarnacion. Sister Encarnación: Thank you Brother.
Sister Encarnación: Wrestling is ungodly Ignacio. People cheer for him... and he is a false idol. Nacho: Whatever.
Nacho: I'm a little concerned right now. About... your salvation and stuff. How come you have not been baptized? Esqueleto: Because I never got around to it ok? I dunno why you always have to be judging me because I only believe in science.
Nacho: You can take the stallion, I'll take the pony. Esqueleto: I can't wrestle him. Page was generated in 0.035310983657837