Riggs: Here's what we're gonna do. Take your clothes off.
Rog Murtaugh: What the hell for?
Riggs: What for? Ok. You run. Yeah! Flame-o here turns, sees you in your undies. It distracts him-- I know it'd distract me and that's when I shoot.
Riggs and Rog Murtaugh are behind a car trying not to get shot by a guy with a flame thrower and assault rifle so Riggs comes up with a plan