Predator

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

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

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When I was little, we found a man. He looked like—like butchered. The old women in the village crossed themselves, and whispered crazy things, said 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 skin, and sometimes much, much worst. El que hace trofeos de los hombres means... "The demon who makes trophies of men."

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General: Eighteen hours ago, we lost a chopper... Carrying a cabinet minister and his aide in this charming little country. We’ve got a transponder fixed on their position... [Pointing on a map] About here. Dutch: This cabinet minister, does he always travel on the wrong side of the border? General: Apparently, they strayed off course. And we're fairly certain they're in guerrilla hands. 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: Dillon! You son of a bitch! Dutch: What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils? Huh?

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Blain: Son of a bitch has dug in like an Alabama tick. Poncho: You're hit! You're bleeding, man. Blain: I ain't got time to bleed. Poncho: Oh, okay. [firing a few rounds from his parabolic grenade launcher] You got time to duck?

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Dillon: You're an asset. An expendable asset. And I used you to get the job done, got it? Dutch: My men are not expendable... and I don't do this kind of work.

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