Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.2013

Phil Coulson:
I felt bad for kidnapping you. So, I brought you a peace offering. Carl Creel.

Brigadier General Glenn Talbot:
I thought Creel was dead.

Phil Coulson:
He's turned to stone, but he could always do that, so I'm not sure how long it'll hold. I've got him in a cryo-stasis chamber in the back of the van for

[checks his watch]

Phil Coulson:
58 more minutes. Before the juice runs out. I'd... get him some place secure pretty quick. Maybe a little more secure than last time? Just sayin'.

Brigadier General Glenn Talbot:
Very generous of you.

Phil Coulson:
Like I told you before, General, we're the good guys. So, how about we make a deal? S.H.I.E.L.D. will keep dropping off presents like this. You keep getting promoted. All we ask for in return is a little breathing room. Sound good?

Brigadier General Glenn Talbot:
[laughing, pointing his finger at Coulson] You... you must have some big brass ones, Coulson. Coming out here by yourself to meet me. Face to face. No backup.

[Makes a macho sound in his throat. Coulson just smiles]

Brigadier General Glenn Talbot:
Let's face facts. You and your little band of misfits are hardly S.H.I.E.L.D. Our intel says you don't have enough man power or artillery to take down a convenience store. So, I'm sorry, I'm gonna hafta to say no to that deal.

Phil Coulson:
I don't know. I think we're good on artillery.

[Looks up. The Quinn jet decloaks just above them]

Phil Coulson:
In case you get any ideas, General. That's just the tip of the iceberg.

[Walking towards another jet decloaking on the ground, under his breath]

Phil Coulson:
Let's get out of here before the iceberg runs out of fuel.