Viva Zapata!

- Go, go!
- Shh!

Go, go!

But I do not need to give the problem
a great deal of thought...

...before I answer with a permanent
and unchanging no.

The answer is no.
- What is wrong with me?
- We have a proverb:

Though we are all made of
the same clay, a jug is not a vase.

- What is wrong with me?
- I'd hoped you would not ask again.

But since you have,
you are a rancher without land.

A gentleman without money. A man
of substance without substance.

A fighter, a drinker, a brawler.
These things you are.

Though I have nothing
against you personally...

...and I can see wherein some quarters
you may be considered desirable.

But my daughter...
I have no intentions of finding her
squatting on the bare earth...

...patting tortillas
like a common Indian.

What are you doing?
Find her a merchant. A musty,
moth-eaten man like yourself.

Let her be queen of warehouses
and mistress of the receipt book.

MAN: All right,
bring him down here. Down here!