Danny Trejo: Cuchillo
[the group finds a monolith with a pile of skulls and bones at its base]
Stans : What the hell is that?
Isabelle : Who would do this?
Mombasa : Whoever they are, they take trophies. In my culture the warrior with the greatest trophies commands the most respect.
Stans : Whatever.
Nikolai : It's a test. To see how we do under pressure.
Isabelle : If this were a test, you'd all be military. Total strangers. Live rounds. This is something else.
Cuchillo : Maybe it's ransom. Back in Tijuana, we kidnap you, put you in an oil drum. The ransom's not paid, we light you on fire.
Stans : I hear these stories about these experiments they run on cons. They stick drugs in your food and they sit back and watch what happens.
Edwin : Well, it's not drugs. If it was a psychotropic compound, we'd be feeling residual side effects. Loss of motor skills, blurry vision. And if it was a behavioral experiment... I mean, there... There'd be a point.
Mombasa : What if we are dead?
Stans : I was going to be executed in two days.
Nikolai : And I was in combat.
Mombasa : So was I.
Cuchillo : This is hell.
Royce : Last time I looked, you didn't need a parachute to get there. But it doesn't matter what happened, or why. We're here. Only question is, how do we get out?
Royce : What's the last thing you remember, Nikolai?
Nikolai : War. Yeah. I was with the Chechnya. And then there was a light. And then I... Then I woke up and I was...
Cuchillo : Falling. Yeah, same thing. I was in Baja. And then there was a light. And then chingao.
Nikolai : Where are we?
Royce : Maybe she knows.
[Royce directs his gaze, the other two turn to see Isabelle standing there aiming her rifle at them]
Stans : Hey y'all motherfuckers! Y'all know I'm famous right? Number three on the FBI's Most Wanted list!
Edwin : What's your name?
Stans : Stans, Walter Stans.
Edwin : Oh shit! Yeah, I've heard of you.
Stans : Yeah, most people have. You want my autograph?
Cuchillo : Hey, I kill people for big money, a reason. You slaughtered thirty-six people for nothin'.
Stans : It's thirty-eight.
Edwin : Why?
Stans : Well, my lawyer said I was crazy. But you wanna know the real reason doc? Why the fuck not? God damn I love this humidity.
Stans : Hey Tonto! How much further?
Isabelle : Let's go. We need to work as a team.
Cuchillo : Bitch! Does this look like a team-work orientated group of individuals to you?
Isabelle : Somebody did this to us. You want to kill each other? Do it after we get out of the fucking jungle!
Stans : I don't take orders from snatch.
Isabelle : Fine, go the other way. Get eaten by something. Enjoy!
[the rest of the group follows Isabelle. Stans hesitates]
Stans : [muttering to himself] This is so fucking weird. Ah, fuck. Fuck this!
[Stans runs to catch up with the others]