- [the Predator has killed everyone else; Anna sees the camouflaged Predator in the tree and dives for the rifle]
- Dutch: NO!
- Anna: RUN!
- [Dutch kicks the rifle out of her hands, pushing her out of the way; he exchanges fire with the Predator and is knocked down]
- Dutch: [to Anna] RUN! GO! GET TO THE CHOPPER!
- [Anna runs]
- 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!
- 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, and leave ya here. Got that?
- 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!
- 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]
- Anna: 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, 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".
- 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 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.
- Dutch: [throwing Dillon against a wall] You set us up! It's all bullshit, all of it! The cabinet minister, the whole business! You got us in here to do your *dirty work!*
- Dillon: Hold it Dutch, I'm going after Mac.
- Dutch: That's not your style, Dillon.
- Dillon: I guess I picked up some bad habits 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.
- 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 this earth could have lived. Not at that range.
- Mac: [shouting, hysterical as he pursues the predator] 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!
- 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.
- 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!
- Dutch: You still don't understand, Dillon, do you? Whatever it is out there, it killed Hopper, and now it wants us.
- Dutch: [grabbing Anna's shoulders] 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...
- [Dillon's eyes widen in surprise]
- 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 or 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: What the hell are you doing?
- Dutch: We need *everyone!*
- Dillon: [after a trap seemingly fails to attract the predator] So, what are you gonna try next? Cheese?
- [Dutch looks at him for a moment, then crawls out of the trap to lure the Predator]
- 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.