Christina Raynor: Get close. Come on, a little closer.
Bucky Barnes: Which way you want to go? Right or left?
Sam Wilson: Why're your legs open? You know what? Fine. Here. You happy now?
Bucky Barnes: All right.
Christina Raynor: All right. Good. Fine.
Sam Wilson: We're locked in.
Bucky Barnes: That's a little close.
Sam Wilson: That's very close. That's what you wanted, right?
Christina Raynor: You guys are leaving me with no choice. It's time for the soul-gazing exercise.
Bucky Barnes: I like this one. Thank you.
Sam Wilson: Oh, God. He's gonna love this.
Bucky Barnes: Yeah, I'm ready.
Sam Wilson: This is right up your alley.
Christina Raynor: Turn around. Face each other.
Sam Wilson: You should really enjoy this.
Bucky Barnes: I'm going to.
Sam Wilson: I know you are.
Joaquin Torres: We're at 200 feet. It's too low for a chute.
Bucky Barnes: I don't need it anyway.
Joaquin Torres: You sure about that?
Bucky Barnes: Yeah. (rips off his sleeve)
(Bucky jumps out of the plane, using his metal arm to slow down his fall by catching to trees... Hits the ground rough anyway...)
Sam Wilson (through Redwing): I have all of that on camera. You know that, right?
Bucky Barnes: Get out of my face, Sam, or I'll break it.
Christina Raynor: Now that you've stopped fighting, what do you want?
Bucky Barnes: Peace.
Christina Raynor: That is utter bullsh*t.
Bucky Barnes: You're a terrible shrink.
Christina Raynor: I was an excellent soldier, so I saw a lot of dead bodies, and I know how that can shut you down. And if you are alone, that is the quietest, most personal hell. And, James, it is very hard to escape. Look, I know that you have been through a lot, but you've got your mind back, you are being pardoned. I mean, these are good things. You're free.
Sam Wilson: We need a diversion. Something big.
Scott Lang: I got something kinda big. But I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half... don't come back for me.
Bucky Barnes: He's gonna tear himself in half?
Steve Rogers: You sure about this, Scott?
Scott Lang: I do it all the time. I mean, once. In a lab. Then I passed out.