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[_zzzzz_]

[Picking out weapons and gear]

Connor:
You know what we need? Some rope.

Murphy:
What are you, insane?

Connor:
No, I'm serious. Charlie Bronson's always got a rope. In the movies, they've always got rope and they always end up using it.

Murphy:
That's stupid. Name one fucking thing you're gonna need a rope for.

Connor:
It's not what they need it for, they just always need it.

Murphy:
What's this "they" shit? This isn't a movie.

[Murphy picks up a huge commando knife]

Connor:
Oh, is that right, Rambo?

Murphy:
All right, get your stupid fucking rope.

[the two brothers are in an airshaft and getting a bit-uncomfortable]

Murphy:
Where the fuck are you going?

Connor:
Shhh. I'm trying to figure some shit out, so keep your trap shut.

Murphy:
Ahh, fuck you. I'm sweatin' my ass off carrying your fuckin' rope around. Must weigh 30 lbs...

Connor:
Shhh. You're fucking shit up now, so get a-fucking-hold of yourself!

Murphy:
Oh, FUCK YOU! I'm not the rope totin', Charlie Bronson-wannabe getting us fucking lost!

Connor:
Would you shut it?

[taps him on the head with his flash light, and both brothers start fighting in the air vent until it gives way]

Connor:
Jesus Christ!

[as the vent is about to give way]