[surprised look on Dillon's face][Takes out his knife] What's your name?
[Anna nods, and Dutch cuts her bonds, setting her free]
[Dillon walks away]
[Dutch throws a machine gun to Dillon. They look at each other, knowing this is probably goodbye]
[lying on the ground after being hit by Predator shoulder cannon, he motions to Anna]Run! Get to the chopper!
[surprised look on Dillon's face]
[Dutch turns around and sees Dillon sitting in a chair in another room]
[They arm wrestle in mid-air during a handshake, Dillon is apparently losing the contest]What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils? Huh? Had enough?
[Dillon begins to lose further]OK, OK, OK!