Dutch: Get to the chopper!

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

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

Blain: I ain't got time to bleed.

Poncho: Oh... Okay.

[Poncho shoots a bunch of grenades up to the top of the cliff]

Poncho: You got time to duck?

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

Dutch: Stick around.

Dutch: Come on... Come on! Do it! Do it! Come on. Come on! Kill me! I'm here! Kill me! I'm here! Kill me! Come on! Kill me! I'm here! Come on! Do it now! Kill me!

[last lines]

Dutch: What the hell *are* you?

The Predator: What the hell are *you*?

Dutch: If it bleeds, we can kill it.

Blain: Bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here. This stuff will make you a god damned sexual Tyrannosaurus, just like me.

Poncho: [holds up his grenade launcher] Yeah, strap this on your "sore ass", Blain.

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. We're all gonna die.

[after knocking a door down]

Dutch: Knock-knock.

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?

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

Mac: [to Blain's corpse] Here we are again, bro... Just you and me. Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle. Real number 10, remember? Whole platoon, 32 men chopped into meat... We walk out, just you and me, nobody else. Right on top, huh? Not a scratch... Not a fuckin' scratch. You know, who ever got you, they'll come back again. And when he does, I'm gonna cut your name right into him... I'm gonna cut your name into him!

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.

[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.

The Predator: Anytime.

Hawkins: Billy. Billy! The other day, I was going down on my girlfriend. I said to her, "Jeez you got a big pussy. Jeez you got a big pussy." She said, "Why did you say that twice?" I said, "I didn't."

[Billy stares blankly]

Hawkins: See, 'cause of the echo.

[Hawkins walks away; after a few moments, Billy starts laughing heartily]

Poncho: Major, you'd better take a look at this.

Dutch: Did you find Hawkins?

Poncho: I... I can't tell.

Dutch: He came to get the body. He's killing us one at a time.

Billy: Like a hunter.

Dutch: [looks up in awareness] He's using the trees.

Dutch: [lying on the ground after being hit by Predator shoulder cannon, he motions to Anna] Run! Get to the chopper!

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?

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.

Dutch: What's got Billy so spooked?

Mac: Can't say, Major. Been actin' squirrelly all morning. That damned nose of his... it's weird.

Dutch: What is it? Billy? What the hell is wrong with you?

Billy: There's something in those trees.

Dutch: Do you see anything?

Billy: Up there ahead.

Dutch: Nothing. What do you think?

Billy: I guess it's nothing, Major.

Dutch: We're a rescue team. Not assassins.

Dutch: My men are not expendable. And I don't do this kind of work.

Mac: Long Tall Sally, she built sweet, she got everything, that Uncle John need. Aw baby, I'm gonna have me some fun, I'm gonna have me some fun, I'm gonna have me some fun.

Poncho: She says the jungle... it just came alive and took him.

Dutch: Bleed, bastard.

[Anna reaches for a gun]

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

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]

Dillon: Look, we've been looking for this place for months. My men were in that chopper when it got hit! Hopper's orders were to go in and get my men and he disappeared.

Dutch: He didn't disappear. He was skinned alive!

Mac: 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.

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

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

Dutch: She's your baggage. You fall behind, and you're on your own.

[throttling Dillon]

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

Lyrics: Gonna tell Aunt Mary about Uncle John. Claims he has a-misery but he has a lot of fun. Oh, baby. Ye-e-e-es, baby. Whoo-oo-oo-oo, baby. A-havin' me some fun tonight. Yeah. Well, Long Tall Sally, she's built sweet. She got everything that Uncle John need. Oh, baby. Ye-e-e-es, baby. Whoo-oo-oo-oo, baby. A-havin' me some fun tonight. Yeah. Well, I saw Uncle John with bald-head Sally. He saw Aunt Mary comin' and he ducked back in the alley. Oh, baby. Ye-e-e-es, baby. Whoo-oo-oo-oo, baby. Havin' me some fun tonght. Yeah. A-whoo!

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?

Mac: [whispering] I see you!

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

Mac: Hey, Dillon.

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

Dillon: Thanks!

Mac: [pauses] Anytime...

Blain: Payback time.

Mac: Time to let Ol' Painless' out of the bag.

Dutch: Mac, any sign of the other hostages?

Mac: Found the other hostage. He's dead, too. And the kid in the chopper. If these guys are Central Americans then I'm a goddamn 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. Clear the area; leave no traces. Go get the other men.

Mac: Right.

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.

Dutch: He's killing us one at a time.

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?

Billy: [looking at Pancho after being hit by a log] He's busted up pretty bad, Major.

Poncho: [in pain] I can make it! I can make it.

Dutch: [directing his team into the jungle] We move, five meter spread, no sound.

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

Mac: [Billy laughs loudly] Fuck you, Poncho! Fuck you!

Mac: I know one thing, Major, I drew down and fired straight at it. Capped off two hundred rounds in the minigun, full pack. Nothing... Nothing on Earth could've lived. Not at that range.

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

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

Dutch: Yesterday, what did you see?

Dillon: You're wasting your time.

Dutch: No more games!

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

[surprised look on Dillon's face]

Dutch: Go on.

Anna: It changed colours, 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 is two to three men out there at the most. Fucking lizard.

Poncho: Not a thing. Not a fucking trace. No blood, no bodies... We hit nothing!

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

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.

Anna: Déme el arma. Déme el arma! Give me the weapon!

Dutch: My team works alone, you know that.

[after Anna escapes from Dillon]

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

Dillon: Never knew how much I missed this, Dutch.

Dutch: You never were that smart.

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

Dutch: You still don't understand, Dillon, do you? Whatever it is out there, it killed Hopper, and now it wants us.

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.

Dillon: That's a real nasty habit you got there.

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!

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"?

[first lines]

Major General Phillips: You're looking good, Dutch.

Dutch: It's been a long time, General.

Major General Phillips: Come on inside.

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