Steve: Top floor, ladies hosiery and anti-aircraft guns. There's the cannon. It'll be tough to reach but maybe if I . . .
Hryda: It's the American!
Steve: No time. It's too well guarded.
Hryda: Get him! Or face the Baron's wrath!
Steve: That cable looks tough but I'm betting my shield is tougher. That did it, it's already wobbling. If I sever a couple more anchor points it's going down.
Hydra: How does one man elude Hydra's elite? Bring him to me! Now! I want to choke the life out of him myself!
Steve: There! Another cable. Two down, one more should do it. That's all that's holding it up. So much for their long-range air defenses. I need to find a radio and give em the all clear.
Hyrda: Give up American, it's hopeless. You've already lost, American . . .
Steve: Captain America to base. Come in. Over.
Peggy: Cap, it's Peggy. Go ahead.
Steve: Long-range air defenses are down. Repeat, the invaders are clear for drop.
Peggy: Copy, and just in time, too.
Falsworth: Rogers, Carter this is Falsworth. We heard your transmission. Are you certain you took out all the long-range guns?
Steve: What do you see?
Falsworth: I wish I knew.
Steve: They're deploying something new. More of Zola's hellish machinery. One's definitely a gun.
Peggy: Can you reach it?
Steve: Not in time.
Peggy: Should we abort? Cap, repeat, should we abort?
Steve: Negative. Proceed as planned.
Peggy: But the gun?
Steve: It aims with a radar dish and that I can reach. Captain America out.