Vaas: Huh? Jumping out of airplanes, flying like birds? That is crazy. I like this phone. This is a nice fucking phone. So, what do we have here? Grant and Jason from California, huh? Huh? Well, I hope your mama and your papa really, really love oyu, because you two white boys look very expensive. And that's good because I like expensive things. I'm sorry. What did you say? What did you say? Did you want me to slice you open like I did your friend? Shut the fuck up, okay? I'm the one with the fucking dick. Look at me, look at me in the fucking eye. Hey! You fuck! Look me in the eye! You're my bitch. I rule this fucking kingdom. Shut the fuck up or you die. What is it Jason? Jason, what is it? Why aren't you laughing now like you did up there? What, is this not fun anymore? Have I failed to entertain you? You see, the thing is, up there, you thought you had a chance way up in the fucking skies you thought you had your finger on the pussy trigger. But hermano, down here, down here, you hit the ground. It's okay, I'm going to chill. I'm going to relax because you, moi, and your tough guy brother, we are going to have a lot of fun together while we wait for the money.
Man: Vaas, stop scaring the hostages. I need you to take care of the rejects.
Vaas: I just hope that you two pieces of fucks are more entertaining than your friends. Ta-ta. Bye-bye. Gets you every fucking time, man.
Grant: Motherfucker. Are you hurt? I don't think so. We have to find the others.
Grant: I'm working on it. Call the guard.
Grant: Do it.
Jason: Hey, over here.
Man: The fuck? Hey, you guys shut the fuck up!
Jason: Shit. Holy fuck, he's dead.
Grant: That is what they teach you in the army. Follow me.
Jason: Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Grant: J, you okay?
Jason: Yeah, yeah. I'm okay.
Grant: Come on.
Man 2: It's true. Why would I lie about this? You're being a jack-ass.
Man 3: Is it there now?
Man 2: His parents are rich. We'll get more money from him than any of the others.
Grant: Crouch down. Shit, dogs. Hold up. Stop. Shut up. Come on. Stay quiet.
Jason: Okay. Okay. Oh, god.
Grant: Grab our staff and the map. And pick up that phone, too. Keep moving. Keep moving.
Jason: Oh, fuck.
Grant: Hold up.
Grant: Damn, we need to get him out of our way. Throw a rock over there.
Jason: Okay, it worked.
Grant: Let's move.
Jason: Okay. I'm coming. Oh shit, dude!
Man 4: Who's that?
Jason: Shit! Grant? Oh, god. I can't do this Grant.
Grant: J, J, J, J, look at me. I can't find Liza and Riley and the others without you. So pull yourself together, okay?
Jason: Okay. I'm sorry.