John: Rip, have you figured out how to do this without all us gettin' trampled?
Rip: Best we came up with, sir, is like fuck it, you know? Let's get up there as fast as we can and chase those son of a bitches down the mountain.
John: Fuck it? That your plan, too? Fuck it?
Kayce: It's gonna be a shit show now matter what we do. May as well do it fast, less time for things to go wrong.
John: Your logic is so flawed, son, it's, hell, it almost makes sense.