Sergeant Mac Eliot: Goddamn! Shew. Buddy buddy-buddy-buddy-buddy. I've seen some bad-ass bush before, man, but nothin' like this.
Blain: I hear ya. This shit's somethin'. Makes Cambodia look like Kansas.
Sergeant Mac Eliot: Hey, que pasa, amigo? Little taste of home.
Blain: You lose it here, you're in a world of hurt.