Gatlocke: Good, they're right on time... Whadoya think of the spy glass? Am I taking this pirate thing too far? I haven't begun a cliché, have I?
Minion: No, Gatlocke. It fits you.
Gatlocke: Oh, good! Because if you'd said 'yes', I would have thrown you off the cliff. (Laughs) No, seriously. I would have.
Gatlocke: Ladies and gentlemen, the convoy is directly beneath us! Wait... do we have any ladies in my gang? ...no ladies? We need to get with the times! Let's see about getting some ladies in the gang. … Gentlemen! Grab your weapons, charge up the scramblers, and attack!
Gatlocke: Ready the ion cannon thingamabobs!
Gatlocke: As of this moment, the unstable nanites have officially been jacked.
Gatlocke: (To Six) Give me a reason, give me one good reason... (Laughs) Only kidding! Like I need a reason.” (Shoots at Six)
Gatlocke: Gentlemen! Congratulations on a job well done. Your commitment to... oh, forget it. Just open the truck!
Gatlocke: (Referring to toilet paper) Feel that? It's quilted. This is the good kind. But I won't be able to really enjoy it... until I have those nanites!
Minion: I found something...
Gatlocke: Something is good...
Minion: Our scout took this image when the convoy left the 'proving grounds.
Gatlocke: I like how he framed this shot. See the rock formation in the foreground here?
Minion: This is from the canyon... where did our delivery truck go?
Gatlocke: Why are you asking me? I don't know where it went! Fan out, dig around the desert! Find me that truck... and an Iced Tea!
Gatlocke: Allow me to introduce myself! I'm Gatlocke: anarchist, struggling businessman, scoundrel... Okay, that's a lie. I'm not 'struggling'... but, lemme ask you! Do you like rules?