Escudo:
Ah, poor Ballantine, who died in the moment of our triumph. So artistic! So generous! And the most honest of us all. I weep for him! May his good soul go to heaven and then be greeted by our Lord above. Wait! This now means there's only four of us! So we divide his share between us, huh?

Colonel Skimmel:
The worst kind of informer. For gold he would have betrayed his own mother... or us.

Major Metternich:
I would not have given you the honor of being executed by a firing squad.