Martinez: Now, Vic, tell me... why did you sign up, huh? To stay out of jail, because you like getting shouted at, huh? What makes you polish your boots and put bullets in the gun in the hopes that maybe you'll get to shoot someone, huh? Ha ha ha!
Victor: I got a difficult family. I got responsibilities.
Martinez: What, kids? A broad giving you shit?
Victor: No, brothers. One is real sick, asthma, and I gotta pay the bills. The other, well, maybe he's sick too, but in a different way. My mom's a mess.
Martinez: So, you joined the army... to get rich?
Victor: Not exactly. But y'know, my dad he came from DR, we didn't have a lot of opportunities. What else was I supposed to do? Why did you join up?
Martinez: To get rich!
Victor: Why are you messing with me, sergeant?
Martinez: I ain't. Chill. Relax. Take a seat.
Victor: I got a difficult family. I got responsibilities.
Martinez: What, kids? A broad giving you shit?
Victor: No, brothers. One is real sick, asthma, and I gotta pay the bills. The other, well, maybe he's sick too, but in a different way. My mom's a mess.
Martinez: So, you joined the army... to get rich?
Victor: Not exactly. But y'know, my dad he came from DR, we didn't have a lot of opportunities. What else was I supposed to do? Why did you join up?
Martinez: To get rich!
Victor: Why are you messing with me, sergeant?
Martinez: I ain't. Chill. Relax. Take a seat.
— "Soldier"
Lance: One more Lance Vance Chance!
(Lance drives to the ramp)
Victor: Laaaance, you prick!
(The car is burning, about to explode)
Victor: You're never driving again.
Lance: I've had it with you, man! You put me off. You always treat me like a kid.
(Lance drives to the ramp)
Victor: Laaaance, you prick!
(The car is burning, about to explode)
Victor: You're never driving again.
Lance: I've had it with you, man! You put me off. You always treat me like a kid.
— "Jive Drive"
"Thanks for everything, Martinez. You were a great help."
—Victor Vance, "Last Stand"
