Che!

Fidel Castro:
Stragglers are sure to die, don't you know that?

Che Guevara:
I'm not a straggler, I'm your rear guard.

Fidel Castro:
No you're not, you're the company doctor. See what you can do for the men with blistered feet. You've got ten minutes.

Che Guevara:
(noticing enemy planes flying overhead) It's too late for chiropody. The buzzards are already circling.

Che Guevara:
The peasant is like a wild flower in the forest, and the revolutionary like a bee. Neither can survive or propogate without the other. There is one essential difference between us and bees, however. In this hive, I will *not* tolerate drones!