- Juba: You Americans. You think you know it all. You think it's simple. That I am your enemy. But we are not so different, you and I.
- Isaac: Yeah, 'cept I ain't a fuckin' terrorist.
- Juba: And you think I am? You are the one who has come to another man's country. Camouflaged yourself in his land, in his soil. From where I'm sitting, *you* look very much like the terrorist.
- Isaac: From a place you will not see comes a sound you will not hear. Just a flash of fucking light. Boom.
- [first lines]
- Matthews: [sighting through his scope from a bush] Nothin'. Hit n' run. Whoever it was they're gone. War's over, he got the memo.
- [sighs]
- Matthews: Ize?
- [bird squawking]
- Matthews: Allen? Ize!
- Isaac: [on his radio] What?
- Matthews: We got no movement, not a sign of a shadow... How long we been here, man? 18, plus?
- Isaac: 20.
- Matthews: [sighs] Jesus. There's nobody fuckin' out there, man.
- Isaac: Less he's a pro.
- Matthews: A Haji?
- Isaac: I'm just saying, maybe.