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!
Sergeant Mac Eliot: [whispering] I see you!
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 c...
Dillon: Goddamn jackpot. This is more than we ever thought we'd get. We finally got those bastards. We got 'em.
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.
Sergeant Mac Eliot: Hey Dillon. [Dillon comes over and sees Mac motion to the trees] Dillon: [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] Thanks! Sergeant Mac Eliot:...
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?
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?
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...
Sergeant Mac Eliot: 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.
Dillon: That's a real nasty habit you got there.
Dutch: My team works alone, you know that.
Major General Phillips: [seeing the explosion] My god.
Blain: You lose it here, you're in a world of hurt.
[after Anna escapes from Dillon] Poncho: Maybe you better put her on a leash, Agent-man.
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...
