Cult Leader:
You dirty little son of a bitch! I'm gonna do some nasty things to you.

Cult Leader:
You can't shoot me. I am the Savior returned to Earth, The Messiah, come to lead the people to righteousness. I am Jesus Christ.

SSgt. Jack Stryker:
No you're not - you're dead.

Cult Leader:
Don't you ever touch the sacrificial fluids... okey dokey?