Dutch Quotes in Predator (1987)

Dutch: Get to the chopper!

Dutch: [the Predator pulls off his mask] You're one... *ugly* motherfucker!

[after Dutch has nailed a guy to the wall with his knife]

Dutch: Stick around.

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!

[last lines]

Dutch: What the hell *are* you?

The Predator: What the hell are *you*?

Dutch: If it bleeds, we can kill it.

[after knocking a door down]

Dutch: Knock-knock.

[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: [lying on the ground after being hit by Predator shoulder cannon, he motions to Anna] Run! Get to the chopper!

Poncho: Major, you'd better take a look at this.

Dutch: Did you find Hawkins?

Poncho: I... I can't tell.

Dutch: He came to get the body. He's killing us one at a time.

Billy: Like a hunter.

Dutch: [looks up in awareness] He's using the trees.

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?

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: Bleed, bastard.

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!

Dutch: We're a rescue team. Not assassins.

Dutch: My men are not expendable. And I don't do this kind of work.

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 to 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]

Dutch: She's your baggage. You fall behind, and you're on your own.

[Anna reaches for a gun]

Dutch: Leave it. He didn't kill you because you weren't armed - No sport.

[throttling Dillon]

Dutch: You set us up. It was bullshit, all of it.

Dillon: Hold it Dutch, I'm going after Mac.

Dutch: That's not your style, Dillon.

Dillon: I guess I picked up some bad habbits 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: [to Dillon] So you cooked up a story and dropped the six of us in a meatgrinder?

Dutch: Mac, any sign of the other hostages?

Mac: Found the other hostage. He's dead, too. And the kid in the chopper. If these guys are Central Americans then I'm a goddamn Chinaman. From the looks of things, our Cabinet Minister was CIA. Another thing, Major: those other guys you waxed were Russian Military Advisors. Something very big was going to happen here.

Dutch: Good work, Mac. Clear the area; leave no traces. Go get the other men.

Mac: Right.

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.

Dutch: [directing his team into the jungle] We move, five meter spread, no sound.

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: You saying that Blain and Hawkins were killed by a fucking lizard? That's a bullshit psyche job. There is two to three men out there at the most. Fucking lizard.

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?

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.

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: My team works alone, you know that.

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

Dutch: You never were that smart.

Dutch: You still don't understand, Dillon, do you? Whatever it is out there, it killed Hopper, and now it wants us.

Dutch: Hey Billy, give me a way out of this hole. Aerial says we are cut off.

Billy: The only way outta here is that valley that leads to the east. But I wouldn't risk that on a broke-dick dog.

Dutch: Not much choice.

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!

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"?

[first lines]

Major General Phillips: You're looking good, Dutch.

Dutch: It's been a long time, General.

Major General Phillips: Come on inside.

Simmons: [about Carly] She lives here? Wow!

[to Dutch]

Simmons: You had your chance to frisk her.

Dutch: I have a girlfriend.

Simmons: Really, what's her name?

Dutch: India...

Dutch: [after dispatching some Soviets] I'm so sorry. That is the old me.

Simmons: [Wants to impress the Russians with a Russian phrase] Dutch, give me something tough.

Dutch: Eh.

[browses dictionary in panic]

Dutch: Baryshnikov.

Cosmonaut Dimitri: We do speak English.

Simmons: Dutch, you suck.

Dutch: It's a Cyrillic alphabet. It's like all the buttons you never push on a calculator! I don't suck.

[Crankcase pulls Simmons out and throws him on the road]

Dutch: Oh, mein Gott! I'm fired!

[Daniel is riding across a steep hill on his bike at night - suddenly he is accosted by Johnny, Tommy, Bobby, Dutch and Jimmy on their motorcycles]

Dutch: Looking for a shortcut back to Newark, Daniel?

Tommy: I THINK he wants to learn KARATE! Right?

Johnny Lawrence: Yeah! Okay, here's your first lesson: how to take a FALL!

[He sideswipes Daniel, knocking him over the edge and down the embankment. Daniel just lies there]

Dutch: [Daniel is dressing into his gi when the Cobra gang walks into the locker room] Well, well, well, if it isn't our little friend Danielle. What's the matter? Your mommy isn't here to dress you?

[Daniel ignores him]

Dutch: Hey, I'm talking to you punk!

[Dutch shoves Daniel and Daniel puts his guard up]

Dutch: Come on, make a move! Come on! Right now!

Referee: [coming in] Hey! Save it for the fight! Now get out!

Dutch: [to Daniel] Points or no points, you're dead meat.

Referee: I said out!

Johnny Lawrence: [to Daniel as he's getting beaten by the Cobra Kai's after the Halloween Dance] You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you, little twerp? No, you had to push it. Well, now you're gonna pay!

Dutch: [as Daniel tries to flee] Where you going, sweetheart?

Bobby: [Dutch props Daniel up in front of Johnny] Give him a front kick, Johnny!

Johnny Lawrence: [Johnny does so twice,knocking Daniel against the fence and to the ground] Get him up!

Bobby: Leave him alone, man... he's had enough.

Dutch: Shut up, Bobby!

Bobby: Look at him, Dutch! He can't even stand up!

Tommy: So what?

Dutch: That don't mean squat!

Bobby: Johnny... leave him alone, man! He's had enough!

Johnny Lawrence: [screaming with rage] I'll decide when he's had enough, man!

Bobby: What is wrong with you, Johnny?

Johnny Lawrence: An enemy deserves no mercy!

Dutch: Right!

Johnny Lawrence: Right?

Dutch: Right!

Bobby: You're crazy, man!

Johnny Lawrence: [Miyagi intervenes and pushes Daniel out of the way as Johnny strikes] Tommy, Bobby... get him!

[Miyagi knocks all four Cobra Kais out]

[Last line]

Dutch: Well, let's move kids. We've got a long way to go.

Dutch: I was a med-school senior when they scratched the world. As a matter of fact, I was planning on applying to biowar labs for my post-doc, but, heh-heh, the next term never came.

Robert Neville: Now I'm sorry you didn't make it.

Lisa: Sorry the world didn't make it.

Dutch: You could save the world.

Black Power Lisa: Screw the world, save Ritchie.

Danny Vermin: [points to a parking space] Park there.

Dutch: [objects] It's for the handicapped.

Danny Vermin: I AM handicapped. I'm psychotic.

[puts a sign in the front window]

Danny Vermin: I got something to stop him.

[draws a gun with an unusually long barrel]

Dutch: They made it for him special. It's an .88 Magnum.

Danny Vermin: It shoots through schools.

The Killer: How's it going, Crutch?

Dutch: The name's Dutch.

The Killer: It won't be after tonight. I think it is a great night for a moondance.

The Killer: It's a wonderful night for a moon dance.

Dutch: Well. Let's dance.

Dutch: Noone's gonna mess with me babe, you're just being stupid.

Roxy: I'm telling you I heard something damnit.

Dutch: Get back here you dumb bitch!

Dutch: [about stern doctor] In the service we had a name for men like that.

Steph: Pricks?

Dutch: Cocksuckers.

Steph: Better. How's it hangin' Dutch?

Dutch: Down to my knees, angel. You keep your head up...

Dutch: Here... Dunk your whiskers in this, sister.

Dutch: Nothing burps better than bacon. Your water looked tasty.

Dutch: Listen you little son of a bitch, you could've killed someone with a stunt like that. That poor bastard was on his way home to see his family and because you wanted to play some kind of a spoiled brat prank, you put his life in jeopardy. Now what gives you the right to do that?

Doyle: I guess I didn't think about that.

Dutch: Well you better start thinking about a little something else besides your own spoiled ass! I took on this idiotic assignment because I love your mother. I gotta wonder how nuts I am. Man I've met some scum in my life but you beat all, man, you are absolutely worthless. You know what, this is a full blown mission, you're not gonna beat me. I've had my head split open, my nose mashed, I've been kicked and beat and left for dead, and when I set you on your mama's doorstep, you're gonna be one whipped little puppy.

[Doyle doesn't want to come with Dutch; Dutch carries him out of his dorm slung underneath a hockey stick, with his hands and feet tied to the stick and a gag in his mouth]

Dutch: What do you like to do for fun?

[Doyle struggles to get loose, grunting around the gag]

Dutch: Oh, you like to wiggle and grunt. Me too.

Dutch: You might be the toughest little whacker at the junior high but in my world, you're about as worrisome as a cloudy day.

[Doyle insists that Dutch stop the car, Dutch sarcastically slams on the brakes, tossing Doyle on the floorboard]

Dutch: You can't beat a Ford for good brakes!

Dutch: I may not look like I could finance a trip to the zoo but the truth is I make a pretty good living. My income is a damn lot more than your father gives your mother to live on. But my money doesn't matter in your neighborhood, because I work for it. Working for your money doesn't matter in your neck of the woods, it's whose crotch the doctor yanked you out of.

Dutch: You know, some day you're gonna get in a situation where you can't call for help. You'll have to depend on yourself, and you'll let yourself down. I'm not calling because I don't want your mother to think we can't make it home on our own. Call it male pride. Good, old fashioned, pig-headed, working-class, pre-fax machine/car phone, masculine pride. No accountants, no lawyers, no mommies, no daddies... no Washington lobbyists. Just a man and his wits.

[last lines]

Dutch: Before we start, run in the other room and get my coat, would ya. I've got something in there for your mother.

Doyle: Right now?

Dutch: Yeah.

Natalie: Can't it wait?

Dutch: Well, it's something very special.

[grins all around]

Doyle: Okay...

[gets up from table]

Dutch: [to Natalie] Move over.

[to her horror he shoots Doyle with the pellet gun]

Doyle: Yipe!

Dutch: I've talked to you and talked to you until I can puke coat hangers.

Dutch: I don't care for caviar, I make it a policy never to eat something a fish deposits in a riverbed.

Dutch: Excuse me, I understand what you were saying to Natalie was personal. Well, I'm involved with her now so this is personal too; you hurt her and I'll hit you so fucking hard your dog will bleed, okay?

Dutch: I feel the pain in my crotch in my teeth!

Doyle: Does campus security know you're here?

Dutch: Can you say, "I'm sorry I hit you with a golf club? Kicked your face? Mashed your testes? Shot you twice?" If that's too much, a simple "hello" would do.

Doyle: Answer my question.

Dutch: You can't say that?

Doyle: Of course I can say it.

[long, melodramatic pause]

Doyle: I choose not to.

Dutch: [aims the bb pistol] Now can you?

Doyle: No.

Dutch: Well, then I have to shoot you. Now, since we might be legally related someday, I'll give you the option of taking it on the backside. Won't hurt as bad.

Dutch: I told your mother I'd take you home for the holidays.

Doyle: I have plans.

Dutch: You gonna stay here? Watch the football game on TV? Make a turkey sandwich and hang yourself in the toilet?

Doyle: We have a very big problem here.

Dutch: I suppose we do. I have a problem because I told your mother I'd pick you up. And you have a problem because the last guy that punched me has a dent in his forehead the size of my pinky ring, and he dribbles when he smiles.

Dutch: How do you know I'm working-class?

Doyle: From your cheap shoes, to your ridiculous hairstyle, to your crude vocabulary, to my mother's taste in men, you scream it.

Dutch: And is working-class bad.

Doyle: If you want to get into a political discussion with me, I'll shred you. No, it's not bad. A solid economy needs hand workers.

Dutch: Frankly, I don't care if you live, die, or grow mushrooms in your crack.

Dutch: I still owe you that shot in the ass, in case it's gnawing on your mind.

Dutch: That's not gonna get us a ride! Come on, be pathetic! Pretend you're not gonna get ten million dollars when you're twenty-one!

Doyle: Fireworks are illegal in Illinois.

Dutch: Yes they are but this is Tennessee, so it doesn't matter.

Doyle: You're gonna detonate this material now?

Dutch: No not here in the gas station, you nuts? We'll go down the road a piece. I got M80s, Dragon Tongues, Bombay Bugles, Jersey Stinkers, Ha ha ha I don't even know what this is. For later I got a bag of pretzels and a deck of racy playing cards.

Doyle: You're like a great big demented child.

Dutch: Hee hee hee hee hee.

Doyle: You still gonna shoot me in the ass?

Dutch: [smiling] Yes.

Dutch: You really are a hypocrite, aren't you? A couple 'o hookers

[Lowers voice]

Dutch: a couple 'o hookers got a set of rockets, that's okay, but everyone else who enters your station in life is scum?

Doyle: I don't hate my mother. For the record!

Dutch: Kiss my ass for the record!

Dutch: [In hopes of getting a ride, Dutch coaches Doyle on how to make a pathetic face] Act like you're not gonna get $10,000,000 when you're 21!

Dutch: [Doyle & Dutch are in a restaurant and Doyle claims he can kick Dutch's butt] Well, I won't cop to that, but I will say this. There's one thing I can do that you can't...

Doyle: [smug grin] Oh yeah? What?

Dutch: ...I can pay for my breakfast.

Doyle: I could have frozen to death, you asshole!

Dutch: I don't think you would have frozen. Not solid, anyway, it's not quite cold enough for that. Here's the deal, Dobsie: I don't screw around. You piss me off, I react. I'm not your daddy, I'm not your friend, I'm not your uncle. I'm a working-class nobody, and I don't take crap from kiddies.

Dutch: You got anything to say? Me, I like to talk. I love to talk. Live to talk. You got any amusing anecdotes?

Doyle: I'm living through one right now.

Doyle: You have no plan, do you?

Dutch: I have a rough outline.

Dutch: You and I are riding in the back seat from now on. Because what that missile twister can teach you, you don't need to learn 'til you're in prison.

Dutch: It's your mother's fault.

Doyle: Why is it her fault?

Dutch: Because she gave birth to you.

Doyle: And what about your mother?

Dutch: My mother's a saint.

Doyle: For what, havin' puppies?

Doyle: We're here.

Dutch: Where?

Doyle: I don't know.

Dutch: Doyle, switch cots with me, mine won't hold me.

Doyle: How do you know it'll hold me?

Dutch: Because I'm 15,000 cheeseburgers ahead of you in life.

Dutch: There's no better way for two guys to get to know each other better than to spend a couple of days in a car.

Dutch: No, you shut the fuck up, and YOU shut the fuck up!

[discussing the care and feeding of their captive]

Kelly: How am I supposed to send you to feed the broad when you smell like that? It ain't the gentlemanly thing to do, but I got no choice, so go feed her, Bear.

Bear: Me? Well, what do you feed one of them rich women?

Kelly: I don't know. Feed her what you eat.

Dutch: Remember, if it's a canned good, it's what's in the can. It's not the can!