Phil Coulson : I felt bad for kidnapping you. So, I brought you a peace offering. Carl Creel.
Brigadier General Glenn Talbot : I thought Creel was dead.
Phil Coulson : He's turned to stone, but he could always do that, so I'm not sure how long it'll hold. I've got him in a cryo-stasis chamber in the back of the van for
[checks his watch]
Phil Coulson : 58 more minutes. Before the juice runs out. I'd... get him some place secure pretty quick. Maybe a little more secure than last time? Just sayin'.
Brigadier General Glenn Talbot : Very generous of you.
Phil Coulson : Like I told you before, General, we're the good guys. So, how about we make a deal? S.H.I.E.L.D. will keep dropping off presents like this. You keep getting promoted. All we ask for in return is a little breathing room. Sound good?
Brigadier General Glenn Talbot : [laughing, pointing his finger at Coulson] You... you must have some big brass ones, Coulson. Coming out here by yourself to meet me. Face to face. No backup.
[Makes a macho sound in his throat. Coulson just smiles]
Brigadier General Glenn Talbot : Let's face facts. You and your little band of misfits are hardly S.H.I.E.L.D. Our intel says you don't have enough man power or artillery to take down a convenience store. So, I'm sorry, I'm gonna hafta to say no to that deal.
Phil Coulson : I don't know. I think we're good on artillery.
[Looks up. The Quinn jet decloaks just above them]
Phil Coulson : In case you get any ideas, General. That's just the tip of the iceberg.
[Walking towards another jet decloaking on the ground, under his breath]
Phil Coulson : Let's get out of here before the iceberg runs out of fuel.
Brigadier General Glenn Talbot : Sierra Leone, three years ago. Ring a bell? How about Basra, '08? Operation Panther's claw? Come on, lieutenant. Tell me the stories are true.
Lance Hunter : I'm not a lieutenant anymore, sir.
Brigadier General Glenn Talbot : Merits for basket weaving, pottery. Don't forget those.
Brigadier General Glenn Talbot : I'm just trying to figure out how a guy like you, one of the SAS's finest, winds up running with a bunch of mouth-breathing mercs.
Lance Hunter : Why does any man do anything, general? I met a girl.