Predator (1987)

Carl Weathers: Dillon

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Quotes 

• [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 : 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?

• 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!

• 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.

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

• 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?

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

• 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.

• 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!

• [Blain spits out his chewing tobacco] 

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

• 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...

• Dillon : I don't know, Dutch. This is inhuman.

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

  Dutch : You never were that smart.

• Mac : I got a score to settle.

  Dillon : We've both got scores to settle.

• 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"?