Sarah Bowman: You don't have to worry. Nothing happens in this town anyway.
Bud Crain: Yeah, it seems like a real shit hole. Where are we going anyway?
Sarah Bowman: My house.
Bud Crain: Oh, so you're from here?
Sarah Bowman: Born and raised.
Bud Crain: Well, it's kind of a charming shit hole.
Doctor Logan: Great. A driver without keys and a soldier without bullets. It must be my fucking birthday. What's with you two?
Bud Crain: You know what? It's complicated, okay, pal?
Sarah Bowman: How did you get here?
Doctor Logan: Taxi.
Bud Crain: Great. Well, you're nominated to go out and hail us another one.
Captain Rhodes: Corporal, it's your orders to keep this shit-hole town - excuse me, your shit-hole town sealed off.
Bud Crain: Sweet spear.
Salazar: You see a black man with a sharp stick and it's supposed to be a spear?
