Henchman 1: This is pointless if he has any sense. . .
Mistress: Keep your eyes on that door! It won't hold him for long!
Henchman 2: I'm so hungry I could eat a painting of a pig.
Captain America: What have you done to Falsworth?
Henchman 1: Don't let him reach the mistress!
Henchman 2: Prove your loyalty!
Mistress: Kill him you fools! So this is what passes for a man in your country? Kill him you cretins! He's only a man! You are Hydra!
Captain America: A man you're obviously afraid of, unless you'd care to prove otherwise.
Mistress: Gladly. Idiots! What did I train you for? This is beneath me. Give up Captain! Your friend is lost.
Henchman 3: Mongrel dog!
Mistress: You'll soon see your friend in Hell! I'll kill you myself!
Henchman 4: Attack!
Mistress: To my side! Quickly, finish him!
Henchman 5: Surround him. Don't let him escape.
Henchman 6: Overwhelm him with numbers!
Mistress: Kill him you fools! Kill him you fools! Must I do everything myself? You . . . You . . .
Captain America: Surrender, I'll see you get medical attention.
Mistress: Surrender? To you? This is a badge of honor. I would sacrifice my life to give the master the time he requires.
Captain America: If you call Zola "master," then you're sicker than I . . .
Mistress: Zola? No, I answer to a greater power!
Captain America: The Red Skull? He's here? Tell me where. Now!
Mistress: Farewell Captain, may your death be agonizing! Hail Hydra!
Captain America: I should follow her. She'll probably be headed straight for the Skull.