- [Diego is apathetically wooing the woman his father commanded him to marry]
- Zorro: I have a servant - a wonder at the guitar. Tonight I shall order him to come out and play beneath your window.
- Lolita Pulido: I have a maid - passionately fond of music!
- [Zorro is passionately wooing Lolita]
- Zorro: If this could be - The high Sierras I would level to your feet - The wild waves on Capistrano's shore should pay you homage - I'd make the desert a million roses yield - - to die in shame before your beauty- If this could be!
- Zorro: Once, in a garden I saw a beautiful rose - I sought to pluck it - quickly. It stung me - Then - - slowly - - cautiously - I reached for it - - and the rose was mine!
- Lolita Pulido: Indeed! Then I'm but another rose?
- Zorro: An, no señorita. You are too wonderful! I dare not even hope.
- Title Card: Oppression - by its very nature - creates the power that crushes it. A champion arises - a champion of the oppressed - whether it be a Cromwell or someone unrecorded, he will be there. He is born.
- Title Card: - out of the mystery of the unknown - appeared a masked rider who rode up and down the great highway...
- Soldier with 'Z' Carved on His Face: This Zorro comes upon you like a graveyard ghost and like a ghost he disappears.
- Sgt. Pedro Gonzales: It's a good thing for that carver of Z's that he keeps out of reach of my sword. I'll carve Gonzales all over his body.
- Don Diego Vega: I detest swords and bloodshed - but - to rid our beautiful country of a menace is a noble deed.
- Lolita Pulido: Your swordsmanship? Where did you learn the blade?
- Zorro: In Spain, señorita, where there are no eyes like yours.
- Sgt. Pedro Gonzales: We seek the vulture, Zorro!
- Don Diego Vega: You're too fat, Gonzales. Poison the mountain tops and set your traps in the clouds - perhaps you'll have better luck.
- Lolita Pulido: I - give you - freely - the kiss he would have taken.
- [Kiss]
- Lolita Pulido: I fear for your safety, señor.
- Zorro: Fear not - their wits are as slow as their blades. The weapons you use pierce deep, señorita.
- Zorro: You idlers! You wasters! You fashion-plates! You sit and sip your wine while the naked back of an unprotesting soldier of Christ is lashed with the whip!
- Zorro: The heaven-kissed hills of your native California swarm with the sentinels of oppression! Are your pulses dead? Thank God, mine is not - and I pledge you my blood's as noble as the best!
- Zorro: No force that tyranny could bring would dare oppose us - once united. Our country's out of joint. It is for us caballeros, and us alone, to set it right!