CIA?
NSA?
Special Forces?....
Hit it!

...we're not them.
We're the Losers.
Ladies...
But event the government's best...
We're in.
And the crowd goes wild.
Freeze!
Alright, we have a situation here.

...get betrayed.
This is Max.
Change of plans - the Losers know too much.
Kill them.
Good times

We're not soldiers anymore...we're fugitives.
Want your life back?
You're going to have to steal it.

Who are you?
I have a business proposition for you, Clare.

I can help you find Max.
What's the catch, lady?
It's pretty much a suicide mission.

That's not, like, foreboding at all.

Welcome back to the land of the living.

You know that if we do this, we are waging a war against the Central Intelligence Agency.
They started it.
That's a bad-ass chick.
She's volatile.

Oh my god!
I'm the black MacGyver. Blagyver.

I need an exit!
Open fire - do it now!
Are you sure you've done this before?
Okay, right now - not the time.

Momma didn't raise no foo'.
Pow.....Boom.
Thank you.
Outstanding!

I'm sorry I hit you in the face.
I'm sorry I threatened to cut your head off.
Don't you two feel so much better?
No.