Laurence Fishburne: Ronald Noland

Predators

Ronald Noland

Stans: [the group enters Noland's hideout] Wow, what a shithole. You live here?
Ronald Noland: Oh, no. No. This is my summer home. I winter in the Riviera. The schools are so much nicer there. And the men... Ooh, la, la! By the way, you're welcome.

Royce: [to Noland who is wearing a Predator mask] What the fuck are you?
Ronald Noland: [Removes mask] I'm alive. You talk too loud. Smelled you since you got here. If I can smell you, if I can hear you, they can, too. Storm coming soon. This way.
Isabelle: Wait. Who are you?
Ronald Noland: [in sing-song voice] Noland, run away, live to fight another day.
Ronald Noland: I'm the one that got away. The one you don't fuck with.

Ronald Noland: Anyway, there's two different types of them out there. Hmm? Now, they're similar, but they're different. It's kind of like the difference between dogs and wolves. The one's that are running things up there, the larger ones, hunt the smaller ones. It's some kind of blood feud, I guess. Been going on for a long time.
Royce: They do this just for sport?
Ronald Noland: Oh, yeah, they bring in fresh meat season after season. I mean, shit you wouldn't believe. Bring it in, hunt it and kill it. In that order.

Ronald Noland: [to his imaginary friend] You see the shit you've gotten us into, man? I told you that. You never listen to me, though. Six more. Six more fucking mouths to feed. I can barely stand living with you.
Ronald Noland: [shouting] How am I gonna live with them, too?

Ronald Noland: You want to survive? You dig in deep. You stay hid.
Stans: Yeah, well, we're gonna go with door number two. How do we get out of this valley?
Ronald Noland: Oh. Ten seasons. First two seasons... No, three seasons I was there, I was walking in the same direction, trying to reach the edge of the preserve.
[Starts laughing]
Ronald Noland: Let me tell you something, there ain't no edge of the preserve.
Royce: Maybe you and your friend wanna tell me about that ship.
Ronald Noland: Let's see. That's a brilliant idea. Brilliant. The whole time I've been here, it never occurred to me to commandeer the alien spacecraft. But I wouldn't know how to fly it. He would. Of course, you know how to fly it?
Royce: I'll give it a shot.
Ronald Noland: [laughs] Well, I'm gonna get some sleep. No noise. They're out there. They're always out there. Water in there. Help yourself. All of you.

Ronald Noland: Anyway, every once in a while, once of us kills one of them. And, let me tell you, that's when they get interested. See, they learn quick. They adapt. They develop a whole new set of skills. They come back the next season in threes, always in threes. Their armor might've changed, or their weapons have changed, or their tactics have changed. It's amazing
Nikolai: So, it's like evolution. They're trying to make themselves into better killers.
Ronald Noland: Mmm hmm.
Royce: You said they come back.
Ronald Noland: They got a ship.
Royce: A ship?
Ronald Noland: Yeah. It's 30 yards from their camp.
[to his imaginary friend]
Ronald Noland: I told you they wouldn't see it. I told you they wouldn't.

Ronald Noland: [to the Tracker Predator] Oh. Finally found me, huh, big dog? Well, what took you so long?

[Stans picks up an armored vest and is inspecting it]
Ronald Noland: [Acknowledging his imaginary friend] Hey. Yeah, I'll tell him.
[to Stans]
Ronald Noland: Hey, Agent Orange, you wanna put that down? Certain people around here are particular about other people messing with their shit.
[Stans puts down the vest]
Ronald Noland: Very important, though. Disrupts the heat signature. You motherfuckers.
Royce: So, you killed one?
Ronald Noland: Uh-uh. I killed two. Maybe three. I can't remember.