Christina: The Berlin wall came down in two weeks - I know it can be done.
McBain: Santos is dead. You remember Santos? This is his sister.
Frank Bruce: Yeah, I remember Santos. It's a hell of a thing they did to him. But there's nothing we can do about it now.
McBain: You know, I get up in the morning and I go to work. I go to the same bar each night and drink the same beer. I laugh, I talk. But when I saw Santos on tv, I got jealous. Because, he was doing what he did best.
Frank Bruce: What, you miss the smell of napalm in the morning?
[after the team has killed a bunch of drug dealers]
Papo: What da fuck do ya want?
Papo: Money? Shit man, take da money! You guys sure killed a lot of people for a little money.
Gill: People? Who gives a fuck about people like that? Or people like you for that matter.
Papo: Oh, I get it. Dealers of death. Who cares about people that sells drugs to eight-year-olds? Hey man, you expect them to work at Burger King making 3.75 an hour? I pay them 200 dollars *a day*! Y'know, they just tryin' to make a livin'! Do I look like the kinda guy who could get a job at one of those glass towers? And as far as dealing drugs to any eight-year-olds, do you see any eight-year-olds down dere? All I see is a bunch of assholes from New Jersey!