[the two privates dump Reese in a cell with the rest of his red team:]
Private James: Freak held his breath until he turned blue and then passed out. [both walk away]
Reese: Yeah! Whoo! Haven't done that in a while.
Private Martinez: You okay?
Reese: I'm fine. I know how to get us out of here.
Private Martinez: That's impossible. Look around. We're in prison, man.
Reese: Wrong. We are not in prison. We're grounded. And there's always a way to get out of being grounded. You can pry up some floorboards... set your bed on fire. There's only two things you have to remember. You need a diversion and the little guy gets screwed. But that's okay. He's too little to do anything about it. You're going to have to eat some dirt, about three pounds of it.
Private Franklin: What good's a diversion going to do? We're tied up.
Reese: I guess your brothers never tied you up and left you in a Dumpster on trash day. Okay, start eating. It's not fatal, it only looks like it.