Chato Santana (El Diablo)

I'm a man, okay? I ain't no weapon. I'm gonna die in peace before I raise my fists again.

— Well, we almost pulled it off. Despite what everybody thought. Worst part of it is, they're gonna blame us for the whole thing. And they can't have people knowing the truth. We're the patsies. The cover-up. Don't forget, we're the bad guys. For about 2 sweet seconds... I had hope.
— You had hope, huh? Hope don't stop the wheel from turning, my brother.
— You preaching?
— It's coming back around for you. How many people you killed, man?
— You don't ask nobody no question like that, ese.
— You ain't ever whacked down no women. No kids.
— I don't kill women or children.
— I do.

See, I was born with the devil's gift. I kept it hidden most of my life, but... The older I got, the stronger I got. So I started using it. For business, you know, the more power on the street I got the more firepower I got. Like that shit went hand in hand. You know, one was feeding the other. Ain't nobody tell me no. Except my old lady. You know, she used to pray for me. Even when I didn't want it. God didn't give me this. Why should he take it away? See, when I get mad, I lose control. You know, I just... I don't know what I do... Till it's done.

— I can't change what I did. And neither can you! <...> She's trying to play games with you, man. It's not real!
— He's right. It's not real.
— How long have you been able to see?
— My whole life. You can't have them. These are my people right here.
— But it is our time. The sun is setting and the magic rises. The Metahumans are a sign of change.

I lost one family. I ain't gonna lose one another.

— Hey. You were some help, Princess.
— It's better this way. Trust me.
— Oh, yeah. You're the fire bloke. Eh?
— Yeah, I was. Yeah.
— Right, yeah. Hey. Well, look at here. It's fire!

— You wanna keep playing the Hollywood squares version of «I'll blow your freaking head off»? Are you next?
— You tripping, homie.

— Where've you been, homie?
— This ain't my fight!
— You know what? You don't stand for shit. You ain't about shit!
— Don't touch me, man!
— Don't touch you? What you gonna do? I'm touching you! I'm touching you! Do something.
— Don't touch me! You wanna see something?
— Yeah, I wanna see...
— You wanna see something?
— Yes, I wanna see something!