Barney Ross: I've heard another rumor, that you were bitten by a king cobra?
Booker: Yeah, I was. But after five days of agonizing pain, the cobra died.
Trench: [Church pulls up in a SmartCar] My shoe is bigger than this car.
Church: Shoot something!
Trench: I need a weapon. Something big.
[looks at Caesar's gun]
Trench: Yours.
Hale Caesar: Whoa, whoa, whoa. My big weapon's hangin' right where it is.
Barney Ross: Come on, Caesar. You got a backup.
[Caesar reluctantly hands over his gun]
Hale Caesar: If I don't get this
back, your ass is terminated.
Trench: In your dreams.
Gunner Jensen: I got a plan. Everybody calm down. Phosphate rock.
Lee Christmas: What's he doing?
Barney Ross: Probably making a bomb.
Lee Christmas: You serious?
Barney Ross: Ask him.
Lee Christmas: What you doing, Gunner?
Gunner Jensen:
I'm making a bomb. You mind?
Barney Ross: A maniac with brains.
Lee Christmas: Scary.
Barney Ross: [seeing their new plane] That thing belongs in a museum.
Trench: We all do.
Lee Christmas: What's the plan?
Barney Ross: Track him, find him, kill him.