From "Extras: Samuel L Jackson (#1.5)"
For god sake, you bloody yanks are all the same
[snaps document binder
. You all run like a John Wayne and leave us to clean up your mess. I've got three embassies baying for blood. I got two dead diplomats on a partridge on a bloody pear tree. Whitehall running around like a bunch of headless chickens. What exactly am I supposed to tell Prime Minister?
Samuel L. Jackson
[pausing to exhale cigar smoke
] Tell him that Uncle Sam's in town.