Doctor Logan: Great. A driver without keys and a soldier without bullets. It must be my fucking birthday. What's with you two?
Bud Crain: You know what? It's complicated, okay, pal?
Sarah Bowman: How did you get here?
Doctor Logan: Taxi.
Bud Crain: Great. Well, you're nominated to go out and hail us another one.
Bud Crain: Sweet spear.
Salazar: You see a black man with a sharp stick and it's supposed to be a spear?