Captain America: If I can wreck that dish, the gun will be firing blind. At least then the invaders would have a fighting chance.
Man 1: The American. Kill him, or Strucker will have our heads.
Captain America: Strucker is the least of your worries.
Man 2: Someone . . .
Captain America: That racket will bring reinforcements. Got to set Stark's explosive where it will do the most good. That looks like a load bearing column. Got to work my way up to place the rest of these explosives fast. The invaders will be here any minute.
Strucker: He's breached the dome. Dispatch the service lift. I'll deal with him personally.
Captain America: Lot's of weight on that beam, a little explosive putty should go a long way.
Strucker: Ah Captain. So good to meet you in person. Look at you. Gaudy and common, like your country.
Captain America: And you look just like every other goose-stepper I've put down tonight.
Strucker: Hardly. I am Baron von Strucker. I am nobility. I am your death, and the death of all you hold dear. Fire! Witless peasants. Am I the only one who can operate the cannon?
Captain America: I'm counting on it.
Strucker: Small-minded fool. You have no concept of what you face.
Strucker: This peasant is beneath me. Show the mongrel how to beg.
Captain America: Here they come.
Captain America: Those explosives will take out the supports. Now for the dish itself.