Bolanos: I see you like this ugly face, hmmm? To all you well-kept Americanos, this is a thing of beauty, hmmm? Like something out of a nightmare, perhaps. Obey my requests and you will never even have to look upon me again. (to Bart) What you think, huh, say something!
Bart: What is there to say? We're your prisoners.
Bolanos: Say something, (turns face to show scar) about this!
Rose: Do you enjoy inflicting pain upon yourself?