SANCHO I like him, I really like him. Tear out my fingernails one by one, I like him! I don`t have a very good reason, Since I`ve been with him, Cuckoo-nuts have been in season... But there`s nothing I can do, Chop me up for onion stew, Still I`ll yell to the sky Though I can`t tell you why, That I like him!
ALDONZA It doesn`t make any sense!
SANCHO That`s because you`re not a squire.
ALDONZA All right, I`m not a squire. ] Now does a squire squire?
SANCHO Well, I ride behind him... and he fights. Then I pick him up off the ground, and...
ALDONZA But, what do you get out of it?
SANCHO What do I get? Oh! Why, already I`ve gotten... I`ve gotten...
ALDONZA You`ve got nothing! Why do you do it?
SANCHO I like him, I really like him. Pluck me naked as a scalded chicken, I like him! Don`t ask me for why or wherefore, `Cause I don`t have a single good `Because` or `therefore!` You can barbecue my nose. Make a giblet of my toes, Make me freeze, make me fry. Make me sigh, make me cry. Still I`ll yell to the sky, Though I can`t tell you why. That I like him!