El Topo:
Too much perfection is a mistake.
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first lines]
El Topo:
[
to his son] You are seven years old. You are a man. Bury your first toy and your mother's picture.
Master #2:
I hate all that is mine, because it distances me from her divine presence.
The Colonel:
Who are you to judge me?
El Topo:
I am God!
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