Come on, compadre, walk me to my chopper. You know, whenever you call me compadre, it...

Guerera: Come on, compadre, walk me to my chopper.
Ace Hunter: You know, whenever you call me compadre, it always costs me something.
[Guerera chuckles]
Ace Hunter: Let's get serious. What the hell do you want?
Guerera: My friend, you're in bad trouble. You have violated the integrity of a sovereign nation. And to tell you the truth, it makes them very angry. Now, on my flight here, I flew all over the entire Gambian army. And they should be here in about an hour, which means you better start moving out of here pronto. But where can you go? Our modern Major General isn't letting you cross the border. And where can your planes come in? At the Capital? There is only one place: the Dry Lake. We both know that. And my tanks are there right now.
Ace Hunter: Ah...
Guerera: Ace, it's all over.
Ace Hunter: Really?
Guerera: For old-time's sake, I'm gonna make you an offer. You give me your word that your men will lay their weapons down, and I will guarantee your safe passage out of here.
[Ace looks in the helicopter]
Ace Hunter: Not enough seats.
Guerera: Ace, you are the best commander that ever lived. Maybe you're even better than me. But you have one fatal flaw. You've never understood that they are-- they are just numbers! Numbers! You're an idealist. In the '70s we could be idealists. But today, it's too expensive.
Ace Hunter: You know, there's one thing you never understood: that there are some things that you can't put a price on.
Guerera: If you were to say anything else, I would have been disappointed. I love you, but you're hopeless.
[Guerera boards his helicopter]
Guerera: See you, Ace