Jason: Bet I need to reach that ledge. Two switches, easy. Oh, come on. That pole looks rotten. Water's rising. This should do it. Please don't let me drown. Is this what I'm looking for? Shit! Okay, nice and slow. How do you keep finding me?
Buck: I know. Well, you are leaving a trail of human breadcrumbs, mate. Helen fucking Keller could keep up with you. Not that I mind the body count. You coming up? Come on. Gimme your hand.
Jason: I don't have your knife, all right?
Buck: No, no, no, no, no. Jason, that's not at all right. It's just a little fucking knife that I asked you to get me, but you're too bloody incompetent. Too fucking lazy to get it for me. Too busy busy playing games, aren't ya? Well, fine. I'll just go play a game of pin the tail on the donkey with Keith.
Jason: The only thing I found was this ring. I bet it fits on the compass.
Buck: Well, I don't know. Go on, stick it in then.
Jason: This is some magical shit.
Buck: My heart's aflutter in anticipation. I'll see you around, Jas.
Jason: You know where I'm supposed to go, don't you?
Buck: Nah, mate. I just know where you're headed.