Blain: Son of a bitch is dug in like an Alabama tick. Poncho: Major, you'd better take a look at this. Dutch: Did you find Hawkins? Poncho: I...I can't tell. Dutch: Billy, find me a way out of this hole. The aerial says we cut off. Billy: There's a ridge off to the east. But, I wouldn't risk that on a broke-dick dog. Dutch: Not much choice. Blain: Bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here! This stuff will make you a god damnned sexual Tyrannosaurus, just like me! Dutch: What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils? Poncho: She says the jungle... it just came alive and took him. Mac: I'm gonna have me some fun. I'm gonna have me some fun. Gonna have me some fun. [After Dutch has nailed a guy to the wall with his knife] Dutch: Stick around. Mac: You're ghostin' us, motherfucker. I don't care who you are back in the world, you give away our position one more time, I'll bleed ya, real quiet. Leave ya here. Got that? Poncho: You're bleeding, man! Blain: I ain't got time to bleed! Billy: I'm scared Poncho. Poncho: Bullshit! You ain't afraid of no man! Billy: There's something out there waiting for us, and it ain't no man. [pauses and looks at Poncho] We're all gonna die. Dutch: If it bleeds, we can kill it. Dutch: I'll be back! Main Page ...or Look at some Movie Pics |