Ramon Cota: We could have been such a beautiful team.
Colonel Scot McCoy: Not on your best day, pal. You're nothing but a chickenshit weasel who thrives on the misery of others. And when death calls, you'll be screaming like a baby.
General Taylor: Bye-bye, asshole.
General Taylor: Let me tell you about your contact. Cota killed her husband in front of her, then he killed her baby and used the corpse to smuggle cocaine, then he raped her. I wouldn't mention any of this when you meet her-she's probably still a little touchy about it.
Colonel Scot McCoy: Probably.
Ramon Cota: I'm Ramon Cota. You're dead.
Colonel Scot McCoy: My turn to teach.
General Taylor: Always the hard way.
