The Predator (2018)
Nebraska Williams: 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]
Casey Bracket: Why do you call it "the Predator"?
Traeger: It's a nickname. You know, the data suggests that it tracks its prey. Exploits weakness. Seems to... , well, enjoy it. Like a game.
Casey Bracket: That's not a predator, that's a sports hunter.
Casey Bracket: A predator kills its prey to survive. I mean, what you're describing is more like a bass fisherman.
Traeger: Well, we took a vote. Predator's cooler, right?
[Rest of lab agrees]
Traeger: Fuck yeah.
Coyle: Hey, Baxley! Question for ya.
Baxley: Here we go.
Coyle: How do you circumcise a homeless man?
Baxley: Here it comes.
Coyle: Kick your mom on the chin.
Baxley: Fuck your mother... Fuck your mother...
[Unintelligible profanity from Baxley due to his Tourrete's. The rest of the crew erupts in laughter]
[Referring to the Predator Killer nanotech armor suit]
Dr. Yamada: What the hell is that?
Quinn McKenna: That's my new suit, bubba. I hope they got it in a 42 long.
[End credits roll. Enter: The Predator Killer]
Casey Bracket: [as she examines the Predator up close while he's strapped to a table] You are one beautiful motherfucker.
Coyle: Hey, Baxley! If your mom's vagina were a video game, it'd be rated "E" for "Everyone."
Quinn McKenna: What's with the polygraph? I thought this was a psych eval.
VA Psych: We need to know if you pose a threat.
Quinn McKenna: Oh, I'm a sniper. Isn't posing a threat kind of the fucking point?
Casey Bracket: I think they're attempting hybridization.
Quinn McKenna: You're just pulling this out of your ass.
Casey Bracket: Did you not see the new Predator? It's evolving.
Quinn McKenna: Or being upgraded.
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!
Traeger: Gentleman, remember... they're large, they're fast, and fucking you up's their idea of tourism!
Nebraska Williams: Why are you here? Come on, man, this is the loony bus.
[points at Lynch]
Nebraska Williams: Look at this motherfucker.
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?
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.
Traeger: [from trailer] Predators don't just sit around making hats out of rib cages. They conquered space.
Quinn McKenna: Howdy.
Sapir: What, are you gonna kill us with a fucking tranq gun?
Quinn McKenna: You took my boy, so yeah.
[shoots Sapir in his eye]
Rory McKenna: Told you.
Casey Bracket: It's called the Predator. it hunts people for sport.
Nebraska Williams: Technically, that's not a predator. That's like...
Casey Bracket: Thank you.
Coyle: It's a hunter.
Casey Bracket: I said the same thing.
Nebraska Williams: [describing The Predator to McKenna's wife] Know who Whoopi Goldberg is? It's like an alien Whoopi Goldberg.
Baxley: Figured something out. I think we're gonna die. We're gonna go hunt and fight the what, the army?
Coyle: We're not gonna fight the army...
Baxley: And some fucking people from space!
Quinn McKenna: [introducing themselves] McKenna.
Nebraska Williams: Nebraska Williams.
Quinn McKenna: That's your real name?
Nebraska Williams: Gaylord.
Quinn McKenna: That's a good call, then.
Coyle: What's the difference between five big black guys and a joke? Baxley's mom can't take a joke.
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?
Haines: I believe that was implied.
Dupree: Just checking. I'm in for 20.
[the Assassin Predator slams the other Predator on top a car]
Coyle: What's the big one? What's the big one, Doc? Is that like the male?
Baxley: He didn't even give a shit about us. Just wanted to kill that thing.
Casey Bracket: You saw that, right? Guys! Did you see that? He - He grew an exoskeleton under his fucking skin. What, are they hunting each other now?
Casey Bracket: What's on the ship?
Traeger: I think you know what's on the ship. The ultimate predator.
Rory McKenna: Sorry I never grew up. You know... the way you wanted.
Quinn McKenna: [motions Rory to lean closer] Tell you a secret. Truth is, kid, I never grew up the way *I* wanted.
Predator: [Translating it's language] Hello. I've enjoyed watching you kill each other. I came here to destroy this vessel. You cannot have it. What you can do is run. I detect one among you who is a true warrior. The one called McKenna. He will be your leader. He will be my prize. I offer time advantage. Go.
Traeger: [wearing the Predator shoulder cannon] On Halloween, this blew up a whole house. How do you shoot it?
Rory McKenna: You don't. It just fires by itself where it's being attacked.
Traeger: Seriously? Oh, shit.
Traeger: [looking at the Predator's ship] What do you say, buddy? You think you can get us in there? Because I'm not sure that you can.
Rory McKenna: Nice reverse psychology. I can do that, too. Don't go fuck yourself.
Traeger: [from trailer] Do you know what my job description is? I'm in acquisitions. I look up and I catch what falls out of the sky.
Quinn McKenna: [when the Predator abducts Rory] No No! He said he wanted me. He said he wanted me!
Casey Bracket: No. He said he wanted McKenna. The next step in the evolutionary chain. Not you. Your son.
Baxley: [sees the Predator escape from the secret base] Alien.
Nebraska Williams: Your green boy?
Quinn McKenna: Yep.
Nebraska Williams: Goddamn space aliens.
Quinn McKenna: Casey! Can I interest you in getting the fuck out of here?
Casey Bracket: "Getting the fuck out of here" is my middle name.
Quinn McKenna: [looks at Nebraska] And I thought Gaylord was bad.
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.
Rory McKenna: That's my dad. He's gonna come save me now.
Traeger: Oh, is he? Is that what he's gonna do? I'll tell you what, buddy... if it is your daddy, and I truly hope that it is... he's gotta be just about the dumbest motherfucker I've ever met.
Traeger: I mean, a Ranger sniper tripping wire sensors? He's gotta be...
Traeger: ... creating a diversion. It's a fucking diversion.