The Predator (2018)
Boyd Holbrook: Quinn McKenna
Quinn McKenna : Get to the choppers!
[as the Predator is closing in to killing them all, he screams for everyone to jump on a set of motorcycle choppers nearby to get away]
Quinn McKenna : Morning, sunshine.
Casey Bracket : I really wish people would stop calling me that.
[quickly grabs the nearby shotgun and aims it at McKenna]
Coyle : Sh- Hey! Ho, hooo! I told you she'd grab it! Ten bucks, pay up. Woo!
[the other group members begrudgingly hand Coyle money]
Casey Bracket : Where's my phone?
Quinn McKenna : [hinting at shotgun] You're not gonna need that.
[Casey cocks the shotgun]
Quinn McKenna : Oh, well, that's not...
[slowly reaches for her weapon]
Quinn McKenna : It's okay. I said it's okay.
[tries to tug weapon out of Casey's arms, she pulls the trigger; the group stares in shock, then uproar in laughter]
Coyle : Hoo, shit! I told you she'd pull the trigger! I should'a bet you that time!
Nebraska Williams : I like her!
Nebraska Williams : Why are you here? Come on, man, this is the loony bus.
[points at Lynch]
Nebraska Williams : Look at this motherfucker.
Lynch : Loonies!
Coyle : Loonies, yeah.
Quinn McKenna : Ah...
Quinn McKenna : I had a run-in with a space alien.
Coyle : Oh, shit!
Nebraska Williams : No, let him...
Coyle : Okay, that guy wins. That's the best story I've ever heard. Classic story...
Lynch : That's the winner right there. Fuckin' hell.
Quinn McKenna : [yells] Would you shut the fuck up?
Coyle : Oh.
Quinn McKenna : They want to put a lid on it, so here I am. Stuck in Group Two. The sequel to Group One, only stupider.
Quinn McKenna : You're saying my son's headed toward a spaceship and so is a10-foot alien.
Nebraska Williams : Uh, 11, actually. Used to be a contractor.
Quinn McKenna : This thing is a hybrid? What does that mean?
Casey Bracket : Meaning it's a Chinese menu of DNA. Comprised of the deadliest species in the entire...
Nebraska Williams : In the entire universe, yeah?
Casey Bracket : Galaxy.
Nebraska Williams : What?
Casey Bracket : Galaxy. 250 billion stars. Why go universe? Just saying.
Haines : [on radio] Picket One, copy. Do you got eyes on hostages?
Quinn McKenna : Still negative.
Dupree : [on radio] 20 bucks says they don't show.
Quinn McKenna : You two morons really making bets on whether a drug cartel has executed hostages?
Dupree : Abso-fucking-lutely.
Haines : I believe that was implied.
Dupree : Just checking. I'm in for 20.