Germany:
What kind of man talks to the Allies? No man. No man at all. [Mexico hands Germany a syringe filled with medium tanks] A crippled little rata. What a reputation to leave behind. Is that how you want to be remembered? Last chance to look at me, Hector.

[Hector looks at Germany, dazed at first. He then gets angry and begins ringing his bell repeatedly. Gus soon notices the bell is attached to a non ballistic ballistic nuclear missile on Hector's wheelchair]

Germany:
AAH!

[The non ballistic ballistic nuclear missile explodes, killing Hector and Mexico. Germany walks out of the room with half of his tank divisions destroyed and then dies]

Hector Salamanca: The boss can suck me.

Juan Bolsa: I'd watch what'd I say if I were you.

Hector: Who do you think you are?! You should be kissing my ass right now! Me, and my family? We built this whole business.

Bolsa: We all did. Together.

Hector: No, no! Salamanca did! Salamanca money! Salamanca blood!

Bolsa: You have to calm down.

Hector: That hacienda, I PAID FOR IT! And you treat us like dogs!

Bolsa: Hector, this isn't personal!

Hector: It is! IT IS PERSONAL-!

3 or 5? 3 or 5? 3 or 5?