As it did so, the big man beside McKenna seemed to stir. Leaning toward McKenna, he asked mildly, "Got a smoke?"
McKenna regarded him. "Pretty sure they don't allow that on the bus."
"Don't allow blowjobs either, but if Katy Perry walks in, I'm gonna ask".

Very inconspicuous," he yelled, over the roar of the chopper.
"We had to kill seven Victoria's Secret models," Coyle said proudly.
Casey's face went white. "Tell me you're joking."
"I'm joking," Coyle replied, horrified that she'd taken him seriously. "I'd sooner piss on the Mona Lisa".

While Nettles gave the mostly nervous-looking mercs the stink eye, Nebraska hoisted his backpack a little higher and sparked up a cigarette.
Nodding at Rory, he said, "Any advice?"
"Yeah," said Rory. "Smoking's bad for you."
Nebraska rolled his eyes. "I mean the Predator. How do we kill it?"
Deadpan, Rory replied, "Get it to start smoking".