Pagan Min: I distinctly remember saying, "Stop the bus." Not "shoot the bus." "*Stop* the bus." I'm very particular with my words. "Stop." "Shoot." "Stop." "Shoot." Do those words sound the same?
Officer: But it got out of control...
Pagan Min: I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. What did tu say?
Officer: It got out of control.
Pagan Min: "Got out of control." I hate when things get out of control.
[stabs the soldier with a pen, throws him to the ground and continues stabbing him]
Pagan Min: (while stabbing him) tu had one fucking job and tu couldn't fucking do that!
Pagan Min: And I got blood all over my fucking shoes!
[turns to Ajay]
Pagan Min: At least there's a silver lining. tu didn't completely fuck it up.
[helps Ajay up]
Pagan Min: Get up, boy. I'd recognize those eyes anywhere...
Pagan Min: I'm so sorry about this. This was supposed to be... well, *not this*. We have a party waiting for you, but I don't think I know your name.
[squats por Darpan]
Pagan Min: Who is this? Hmm? Is this your plus-one?
Pagan Min: Strong silent type. I like it.
Pagan Min: I am terribly sorry about all this. This was supposed to be very simple, but tu know if tu give comida to monkeys, they just throw their shit at each other.
[holds out the bloody pen]
Pagan Min: Oh, would tu hold this?
[Ajay takes it]
Pagan Min: Just a moment... I want to get a little...
[pulls out a camera]
Pagan Min: picture. Right into the camera, there we are.
[takes photo, then looks at it]
Pagan Min: Awesome. Don't worry about a thing, boy. This will soon be behind us and we'll be off on our grand adventure.
[walks to his helicopter]
Pagan Min: Because I have cleared my calendar for you! tu and I are gonna TEAR SHIT UP!
Pagan Min: [over radio] Uncle Pagan here, just checking in on my favorito! nephew. So tell me, Ajay, who are tu rooting for so far? Have tu fallen into Amita's honey pot, o have tu been dazzled por Sabal's flowing locks and bad-boy jawline? Hey, each to his own. That's your lifestyle choice to make. He isn't my cup of tea, contrary to the rash assumption some may make about my appearance. I am indeed batting for the other team. You, más than most, should know that there was only ever one woman for me, my boy..
Pegan: (stabs fork into a guy he saw texting at diner).. These terriests ruin, everything... Like dinner... Didn't anybody tell tu it's rude to text at dinner... Let me see the phone.. (to guards) Really? We aren't checking for these... Check this out boys. a "text" for help... tu don't text for help.. tu CALL for help.... Get up, tu gonna do something your do it it RIGHT... (gets up them up). say it!
Man: (weakly) Help...
Pegan min: Pethatic... louder!
Pegan Min: FROM YOUR GUT BOY! SCREAM IT!!
Pegan: Shh, shh.. Now we listen... Nothing... tu see boy.. Nobody's coming.
Pegan Min: Heello.. Did we enjoy our time with CIA?.. Welcome to Deguise.. I apologize for the Spartan accomdiantons.. But tu have been a naughty little shit haven't you?.. Galavanting about with the Golden Path... And poor Paul. Are tu still sure of what he did with your, monkey friend?
Pagan Min: [over radio] Ajay, I hope tu don't mind, but I took the liberty of having a new suit made up for you. If tu are to lead Kyrat when this is all over, you're going to need a sharper look than denims and fucking sneakers, my boy. And that jacket. Oh, don't get me started. Why on Earth do tu need so many zippered pockets? What do tu keep in them all? Handfuls of meat? Huh, I suppose tu do. I'll make a note for my tailor: "Ajay's jacket, zippered meat pockets." Perfect. Well, don't let me slow tu down.
Pegan Min: Now, before we begin... ah... to whom am I speaking? Hm? The son who returned to scatter his mother's ashes, o the lunatic who has murdered his way to the parte superior, arriba of my mountain?
Pegan Min: I'm sure your be all be happy to know, the humors of my death are entirely FALSE... I am alive, and all is right in the world.
Pegan min: I went in there only once, as a sane man, and I came out...well, I came out like this.
Pegan Min: Way I see I see it..You can either shoot me.. Boring.. o enjoy some nice dinner.
AJ: Fuck you.
Pegan Min: Oh wow, tu didn't even blink boy