Stephen Lang: Colonel Miles Quaritch
Col. Quaritch : You are not in Kansas anymore. You are on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact every second of every day. If there is a Hell, you might wanna go there for some R & R after a tour on Pandora. Out there beyond that fence every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubes. We have an indigenous population of humanoids called the Na'vi. They're fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin that will stop your heart in one minute - and they have bones reinforced with naturally occurring carbon fiber. They are very hard to kill. As head of security, it is my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed. Not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need to cultivate a strong, mental aptitude. You got to obey the rules: Pandora rules. Rule number one...
Col. Quaritch : A recon gyrene in an Avatar body... that's a potent mix! Gives me the goosebumps!
Jake Sully : You wanted to see me, Colonel?
Col. Quaritch : This low gravity'll make you soft. And when you get soft, Pandora will eat you and shit you out dead with zero warning. I read your file, Corporal. Venezuela, that was some mean bush. Nothin' like that here, though. You got some heart kid, showin' up here.
Jake Sully : Figured it was just another hellhole.
Col. Quaritch : [addressing marines] Everyone on this base, every one of you, is fighting for survival, and that's a fact. There's an aboriginal horde out there massing for an attack. These orbital images tell me that the hostile numbers have gone from a few hundred, to well over two thousand in one day. And more are pourin' in. In a week's time there could be 20,000 of 'em. At that point they will overrun our perimeter. That's not gonna happen. Our only security lies in preemptive attack. We will fight terror with terror. The hostiles believe that this mountain territory is protected by their... deity. And when we destroy it, we will blast a crater in their racial memory so deep, that they won't come within 1,000 klicks of this place ever again. And that, too, is a fact.
Dr. Grace Augustine : [to Selfridge] Those trees were sacred to the Omaticaya in a way you can't imagine.
Selfridge : You know what? You throw a stick in the air around here it falls on some sacred fern, for Christ's sake!
Dr. Grace Augustine : I'm not talking about pagan voodoo here - I'm talking about something REAL and measurable in the biology of the forest.
Selfridge : Which is *what* exactly?
Dr. Grace Augustine : What we think we know - is that there's some kind of electrochemical communication between the roots of the trees. Like the synapses between neurons. Each tree has ten to the fourth connections to the trees around it, and there are ten to the twelfth trees on Pandora...
Selfridge : That's a lot, I'm guessing.
Dr. Grace Augustine : That's more connections than the human brain. You get it? It's a network - a global network. And the Na'vi can access it - they can upload and download data - memories - at sites like the one you just destroyed.
Selfridge : [after a stunned pause] What the HELL have you people been smoking out there?
[beginning to laugh]
Selfridge : They're just. Goddamn. Trees.
Dr. Grace Augustine : You need to wake up, Parker. The wealth of this world isn't in the ground - it's all around us. The Na'vi know that, and they're fighting to defend it. If you wanna share this world with them, *you* need to understand *them*.
Col. Quaritch : I think we understand them just fine. Thanks to Jake here.
[Jake and Grace share a look of horror as Quaritch begins to play Jake's video log]
Col. Quaritch : I want this mission high and tight. I wanna be home for dinner.
[after finding out that Jake has destroyed the cameras on the one of the dozers, Quaritch kills the link for Grace and Jake]
Jake Sully : [Jake emerges from the link] Are you out of your goddamn mind?
Col. Quaritch : You crossed the line.
[Quaritch punches Jake in the face, knocking him out]
Col. Quaritch : [to one of the soldiers] Wheel this meat outta here.
Col. Quaritch : [a short time later] You let me down son! So, you find yourself some local tail, and you just completely forget what team you're playin' for?
Col. Quaritch : That is one big damn tree!
Col. Quaritch : [after Jake has failed to get the Omaticaya to evacuate] Well, well, well. I'd say diplomacy has failed.
Col. Quaritch : So since a deal *can't* be made, I guess things get *real* simple.
Col. Quaritch : Jake, thanks. I'm gettin' all emotional. Might just give you a big wet kiss!
Col. Quaritch : I'll do it with minimal casualties to the indigenous. I'll drive 'em out with gas first. It'll be humane. More or less.
Selfridge : Alright, let's pull the trigger.
Col. Quaritch : Hey Sully... how does it feel to betray your own race? You think you're one of them? Time to wake up!
Col. Quaritch : Look, Sully, I want you to learn this savages from the inside, I want you to gain their trust. I need to know how to force their cooperation or hammer them hard if they won't.
Col. Quaritch : And that's how you scatter the roaches.
Col. Quaritch : You haven't got lost in the woods, have ya? Your last report was more than 2 weeks *ago*. I'm startin' to doubt your resolve! The way I see it, it's time to terminate the mission.
Jake Sully : I can do this.
Col. Quaritch : You already have. You gave me good, usable intel on this Tree of Souls place. Yeah, I got them by the balls with that when this turns into a shit fight - which it will. Now it's time to come in. By the way, you gon' get your legs back. Yeah. I got you corporate approval. Gonna have you on a shuttle tonight. I'm a man of my word.
Jake Sully : I gotta finish this. There's one more thing. A ceremony. It's uh, it's the final stage of becoming a man. If I do it, I'm one of them. Now trust me. And I can negotiate the terms of their relocation.
Col. Quaritch : [as he gets up to leave] Well, then you betta get it done, Corporal.
Col. Quaritch : Mask on!