Raif Jones: This is bullshit.
Clark Steel: Yeah. Bullshit.
Raif: Stallone is like 60!
Clark: 61, I think.
Raif: Everybody knows that in the commando mercenary business, you start saving money up in your late 20s, early 30s, so you can have a nice cushion for when you either transition out in your 40s or if the business you set up to hire your own young warriors peters out.
Clark: Heh. You said, “Peters.”
Raif: (Long sigh.) Shut the fuck up, Clark. So, all this running around in the jungle, gutting Asian dudes from taint to temple? It’s unnecessary. And frankly, unprofessional. If I saw some 61-year-old fucknut doing that in my jungle? I’d send that fucker back to the ‘States to go be a greeter at Wal-Mart. A rural Wal-Mart.
Clark: You have a jungle?
Raif: Oh my God, Clark, if you say one more stupid goddamned thing, I am going to bayonet you in the fucking EYE!
Clark: Again?
Raif: So, look, not to belabor the point, but I think this Rambo is a little unrealistic. And unnecessary after Rocky Balboa. What’s next? Stallone’s gonna revive Cobra? Or Oscar?
Clark: I like that movie where if you don’t stop, his mom will shoot.
Raif: If you don’t stop, I’m gonna shoot. You. In the face.
Clark: You were a lot nicer when we were in the tropics and guys were shooting at us.