Terrorist: Derka allah muhammad jihad. Bakala muhammad jihad! Bakala muhammad jihad! Allah derka derka muhammad jihad! Muhammad jihad! Muhammad jihad!
Chris: Oh, shit.
Spottswoode: Come on, Gary, act. You have the power.
Gary: Fuck derk derk allah.
Tension mounts as Gary approaches the guards that are standing outside of the terrorist base, inside a tavern.