Johnson: This should take us right under the castle walls. Who's your skull, G?
Garcia: You are, Johnson. My numbskull. You led us right into the catacombs.
It's hot as hell in here.
Johnson: Yes, but it's a dry heat.
Garcia: Is it just me or is this juice jockey angrier than the others?
Johnson: He looks ready to explode, and that's not a figure of speech!
Garcia: Eat this.