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President Porfirio Diaz: These matters take time. You must be patient.
Emiliano Zapata: With your permission, my President, we make our tortillas with corn, not patience.
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Pablo: Careful you don't hit him!
Eufemio: When I want to hit him, I'll hit him! When I want to miss him, I'll miss him!
Pablo: A man's been known to die of a close miss!
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Senora Espejo: I like him.
Josefa: You do?
Senora Espejo: I mean, he's a terrible man. A fugitive, a criminal.
Josefa: I like him too.
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Josefa: I don't speak for myself now, but if anything happens to you, what would become of the people? What would they have left?
Emiliano Zapata: Themselves.
Josefa: And all the fighting and the deaths... what has really changed?
Emiliano Zapata: They have really changed. That's how things really change - slowly - through people. They don't really need me anymore.
Josefa: They have to be led.
Emiliano Zapata: Yes, but by each other. A strong man makes a weak people. Strong people don't need a strong man.
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Emiliano Zapata: You people want honest politicians. There are none!
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Old General: Sometimes a dead man can be a terrible enemy.

Back when we were in the war,
Back when we were in the war,
Every man thought about his
beloved or about his wife.
Every man thought about his
beloved or about his wife.

And of course I could have dreamed,
And of course I could have dreamed,
As I lay staring at my pipe,
The light-blue smoke that it gave off.
As I lay staring at my pipe,
The light-blue smoke that it gave off.

Like how you lied to me before,
Like how you lied to me before,
That you've already handed out
your virgin heart to someone else.
That you've already handed out
your virgin heart to someone else.

So I had nothing on my mind,
So I had nothing on my mind,
I just smoked my wooden pipe
Full of that bitter Turkish leaf
I just smoked my wooden pipe
Full of that bitter Turkish leaf

I'm waiting for that faithful round,
I'm waiting for that faithful round,
To end this suffering of mine,
And put an end to our feud.
To end this suffering of mine,
And put an end to our feud.

And so the next time we're at war,
And so the next time we're at war,
I'll charge the incoming fire
On this black stallion of mine.
I'll charge the incoming fire
On this black stallion of mine.

But it seems death is not for me,
But it seems death is not for me,
And once again my raven steed
Emerges out of the barrage.
And once again my raven steed
Emerges out of the barrage.

Kuban Cossack Chorus is one of the leading Folkloric ensembles in Russia. Its repertoire and performances reflect the songs, dances and folklore of the Kuban Cossacks.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuban_Cossack_Choir

A Christian hymn first published in 1931. It has words by English author Eleanor Farjeon and was inspired by the village of Alfriston in East Sussex, then set to a traditional Scottish Gaelic tune, "Bunessan"

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

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