Rosita Anselm: Are you dead, no?
Bat: I fear, no. When people shoot at me, I usually try to give them that impression. It prevents them, from, uh, shooting the second time.
Rosita Anselm: You are the gentleman who was so gallant to me at the bank today. Had I recognized you, I wouldn't not have fired at you even once, senor.
Bat: Do you make it a habit of shooting first and identifying your victims at leisure?
(after Bat shoots him in the shoulder)
Juan Torrino: You are a very bad shot, Senor.
Bat: I happen to be a very good shot.
Juan Torrino: Save me for prison?
Bat: There is such a thing as parole. Life is sweet, my friend.