Quotes

Blain: Son of a bitch is dug in like an Alabama tick.

Dutch: Hey Billy, give me a way out of this hole. Aerial says we are cut off.

Billy: The only way outta here is that valley that leads to the east. But I wouldn't risk that on a broke-dick dog.

Dutch: Not much choice.

Dutch: [Dillon is losing at arm wrestling] What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils? Huh? Had enough?

Dillon: Make it easy on yourself, Dutch.

[begins to loose further]

Dillon: OK, OK, OK!

[after Dutch has nailed a guy to the wall with his knife]

Dutch: Stick around.

Dutch: [the Predator pulls off his mask] You're one... *ugly* motherfucker!

Dutch: [Dutch approaches and grabs the shoulders of the prisoner who has spoken nothing but Spanish since her capture] Yesterday, what did you see?

Dillon: You're wasting your time.

Dutch: [to Anna] No more games.

Anna: I don't know what it was. It...

[surprised look on Dillon's face]

Dutch: Go on.

Anna: It changed colors, like the chameleon, it uses the jungle.

Dillon: You saying that Blain and Hawkins were killed by a fucking lizard? That's a bullshit psyche job. There's two to three men out there at the most. Fucking lizard.

Dutch: [Takes out his knife] What's your name?

Anna: Anna.

Dutch: Anna, this thing is hunting us. *All* of us. You know that?

[Anna nods, and Dutch cuts her bonds, setting her free]

Poncho: You're bleeding, man. You're hit.

Blain: I ain't got time to bleed.

Poncho: [Confused] Oh... Okay...

Poncho: [Poncho shoots a bunch of grenades up to the top of the cliff] You got time to duck?

Dutch: If it bleeds, we can kill it.

Dillon: Dutch, the General's sayin' that a couple of our friends are about to get squeezed, and we can't let that happen. We need the best. That's why you're here.

Dutch: Go on.

Dillon: Simple setup. One-day operation. We pick up their trail at the chopper, run 'em down, grab those hostages and bounce back across the border before anybody knows we were there.

Dutch: Whaddya mean "we"?

Dutch: [Last Lines] What the hell *are* you?

The Predator: What the hell are *you*?

Dutch: What happened to you, Dillon? You used to be someone I could trust.

Dillon: I woke up. Why don't you? You're an asset. An expendable asset. And I used you to get the job done, got it?

Dillon: Goddamn jackpot. This is more than we ever thought we'd get. We finally got those bastards. We got 'em.

Billy: I don't believe he did; I can't find a single track.

Dutch: What about the rest of Hopper's men?

Billy: There's no sign, sir. They never left here. Hell, it's like they just disappeared.

[throttling Dillon]

Dutch: You set us up. It was bullshit, all of it.

Major General Phillips: [seeing the explosion] My god.

[Anna reaches for a gun]

Dutch: Leave it. He didn't kill you because you weren't armed - No sport.

[after Anna escapes from Dillon]

Poncho: Maybe you better put her on a leash, Agent-man.

Dillon: Hold it Dutch, I'm going after Mac.

Dutch: That's not your style, Dillon.

Dillon: I guess I picked up some bad habbits from you, now get your people the hell out of here.

Dutch: You can't win this Dillon.

Dillon: Maybe I can get even.

[Dillon walks away]

Dutch: Dillon.

[Dutch throws a machine gun to Dillon. They look at each other, knowing this is probably goodbye]

Dillon: Just hold on to that goddamn chopper.

Dutch: [to Dillon] So you cooked up a story and dropped the six of us in a meatgrinder?

Sergeant Mac Eliot: Hey Dillon.

[Dillon comes over and sees Mac motion to the trees]

Dillon: [Mac takes a blade puts it on Dillon's back, Dillon spins around, his gun aimed but then sees a scorpion on the end of the blade] Thanks!

Sergeant Mac Eliot: [pause] Anytime...

Sergeant Mac Eliot: Goddamn! Shew. Buddy buddy-buddy-buddy-buddy. I've seen some bad-ass bush before, man, but nothin' like this.

Blain: I hear ya. This shit's somethin'. Makes Cambodia look like Kansas.

Sergeant Mac Eliot: Hey, que pasa, amigo? Little taste of home.

Blain: You lose it here, you're in a world of hurt.

Dutch: [examining Blain's body] No powder burns. No shrapnel.

Dillon: The wound's all fused, cauterized. What the hell could have done this to a man?

Blain: Payback time.

Hawkins: Hey Billy. Billy! The other day, I went up to my girlfriend, I said, "Y'know I'd like a little pussy". She said, "Me too, mine's as big as a house!"

[Billy stares blankly]

Hawkins: See, she, she wanted a little one 'cause hers was...

[Hawkins pauses, then trails off]

Hawkins: ... big as a house.

Dillon: [after a trap seemingly fails to attract the predator] So, what are you gonna try next? Cheese?

Anna: When I was little, we found a man. He looked like - like, butchered. The old woman in the village crossed themselves... and whispered crazy things, strange things. "El Diablo cazador de hombres." Only in the hottest years this happens. And this year, it grows hot. We begin finding our men. We found them sometimes without their skins... and sometimes much, much worse. "El cazador trofeo de los hombres" means the demon who makes trophies of men.

Poncho: [Seeing the body of the pig that almost killed Mac] Jesus, you killed a pig... think you could found something bigger?

Sergeant Mac Eliot: [Billy laughs loudly] Fuck you Poncho! Fuck you!

Dutch: Get to the Chopper!

Dutch: This cabinet minister: does he always travel on the wrong side of the border?

Major General Phillips: [pause] Apparently they strayed off course. And we're fairly certain they're in guerrilla hands.

Dutch: Who's our backup?

Dillon: No such thing, ol' buddy. This is a one-way ticket. Once we cross that border, we're on our own.

Dutch: This is getting better by the minute.

Dillon: I don't know, Dutch. This is inhuman.

Blain: Come on in, you fuckers. Come on in. Ol' Painless is waitin'.

[Dutch is talking to the General]

Dutch: So why don't you use the regular army? What do you need us for?

Dillon: 'Cause some damn fool accused you of being the best.

[Dutch turns around and sees Dillon sitting in a chair in another room]

Dutch: Dillon! You son of a bitch!

[They arm wrestle in mid-air during a handshake, Dillon is apparently losing the contest]

Dutch: What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils? Huh? Had enough?

Dillon: Make it easy on yourself, Dutch.

[Dillon begins to lose further]

Dillon: OK, OK, OK!

Dutch: You never did know when to quit, huh?

Dillon: Damned good to see ya, Dutch.

Dutch: What is this fucking tie business?

Dillon: Aw, come on, forget about my tie, man.

Dutch: Mac, Any sign of the other hostages.

Sergeant Mac Eliot: Found the other hostage he's dead too. If these guys are Central Americans then I'm a God damn Chinaman. from the looks of things our Cabinet Minister was CIA. Another thing Major those other guys you waxed were Russian Military Advisors... something very big was going to happen here.

Dutch: Good Work Mac. Don't leave any trail, clear the area, and get rid of all the other evidence.

Sergeant Mac Eliot: Righttt.