- Kiefer: Kind remind you of Angola, doesn't it Nicky? Mmmh? All that burning flesh? God, I was afraid I would never breathe this smell again, Nicky!
- Kiefer: So, what is your story, bitch? Mmmh?
- Grace Lashield: I'm stuck in an island run by assholes. What's yours?
- Nick: Why didn't you recommend Keefer?
- Colonel Merrick: Keefer... This op, for what I'm told, isn't just slash and burn. This one calls for the touch of the poet.
- Nolan: [after knocking his adversary down] Hey, if you wanna bet your last dime - it might as well be on yourself, right?
- [his opponent gets up and knocks him out]
- Grace Lashield: Look, I can help you guys out *and* I can take orders.
- Nolan: I'll take a beaver sandwich.
- Colonel Merrick: A man has to have something to honor, Nick, and all I've got left is my word. I gave my word.
- Nick: [to a mercenary who tried to shoot him in the back but got burned by the backfire of the bazooka] Don't sneak up on people.
- Nick: Keefer?
- Colonel Merrick: Yeah, the three of us back together again. Better to keep an army intact than to destroy it. So on, son. I envy you. You're gonna die for something you believe in.