Hans:"Ptooey! For fuck's sake! Dammit all to hell!" Aiden:"Hans? Hans?" Hans:"You old fool!" Aiden:"Hans?"
(On the military tower) Aiden:"Hans! Are you Hans?" Hans:"What do you want?" Aiden:"Did you drink any of that water?" Hans:"Goddamn right I did! Tasted like piss!"
Aiden:"(It was poisoned!) Shit... That may have been poison, Hans!"
Hans:"One sip... then I spat the shit right out! Must've mixed up the bottles again. Whatever!"
Aiden:"Whatever? Are you usually this calm about being poisoned?"
Hans:"Who gives a shit? Not my wife, I bet. Don't think she loves me anymore."
Aiden:"([Give him booze]) It's your booze. Take it. Your wife said, 'Chug!' Drink it already!"
Hans:"Bullshit."
Aiden:"What?"
Hans:"My wife said that? My Anna?"
Aiden:"She thinks the alcohol's strong enough to burn the poison out of your system."
Hans:"Ha! My woman... haha. So she loves me after all, despite her bitching and moaning. And they say romance is dead. Here! For making my day. And maybe, saving my life."
Aiden:"You need any help getting back?"
Hans:"Nah, I'm good. Me 'n this bottle o'booze still got some work to do!"
