Let's go Matt; we aren't strolling through Central Park here.

I'm in the woods with Dr. Doolittle.

The fools that came in here brought their beach gear to a cave...go figure.

I think every minute you're in a situation like this, your clock is ticking.

Clear water is always suspect.

I see smoke, smoke means fire, fire means people, people means we get the hell out of here.

Dude, that was a knuckle buster brother.