The human heart is a deep, and potentially dark, well of deceit.
But the mind bent on malice in the cause of personal gain can be a thousand times worse!
-And who the flickerin' hell are you supposed to be?
Go home, shaman! Your magic tricks aren't welcome here.
+You mistake me, sir! The medicine I conjure is not meant to dazzle or mislead! But, rather... to liberate!
All is not lost so long as your hearts remain strong and true!
There is no pit black enough to extinguish the longing for freedom!
No chain strong enough to bind the human spirit!
-You, uh... don't mind ridin' with black folks?
+Black? Well... I'd have to say that your skin color is more akin to a lovely Belgian chocolate. But I'm far more aggrieved by the soil of your clothing than the shade of your hide.
In Django Freeman, Diego de la Vega perhaps saw a promise of the son and heir that he had never known. Someone who echoed his own courage, conviction and grit. ZORRO rides again!