Hunt Quotes in Outpost (2008)

Prior: Someone want to tell me what the fuck he's talking about?

McKay: He thinks we're being stalked by dead Nazis.

Jordan: Ghosts?

McKay: I didn't get shot by some fucking spectral entity, here. These things are solid.

Hunt: But the one that killed Cotter vanished right in front of us.

McKay: So why don't they swoop down here like God's own wrath and take us out right here and now, then, eh?

Hunt: I don't know. Maybe God's not in on this miracle.

DC: You said that that machine of yours was made to control them?

Hunt: Not control, contain. But they obviously got the maths wrong.

McKay: You know, for a smart man, you don't say much of anything useful, do you?

Hunt: Now, the last time you found yourself dealing with the undead, what did *you* do?

Hunt: By early 1945, the party was over. The war was essentially lost and the German military machine was falling apart. All the files show that the SS sent in a unit to shut this place down. And as far as I can see, nobody walked out alive.

McKay: So does your instruction manual say what the fuck these things want?

Hunt: Want? They don't want anything. They just do what they were trained to do. They kill.

Hunt: You're no different to them out there. Men who once had a purpose and now have nothing but death.

DC: Except *we're* not dead.

Hunt: Give it up. They're gonna tear us to pieces here. All of us.

DC: They can try.

Hunt: So, what do you do when you're not out being a soldier of fortune?

DC: Drink.

Hunt: Eat my Grandma!

Jannard: So, what are you gonna say for your speech, hon?

Hunt: What speech?

Jannard: You know, the one where we're all awarded the officer of the year...

Hunt: Oh, that speech.

[clears his throat]

Hunt: I'd sincerely like to thank the people of LA for trusting us with automatic weapons. And I'd also like to thank the mayor for allowing us...

Blanco: Allowing us to drive twice the speed limit that time you had to take a piss. Remember that?

Hunt: I name this here fork "Pittsburgh Nellie"; a Welsh whore who could do things with her one good arm that'd make you forget that *thing* on her neck.

Jackson: Sir, Higgins has a story.

Edwards: Well, Higgins the floor is yours.

Higgins: This particular event happened last summer on my uncle's farm in Virginia. My brother and I had just finished cutting a field of hay and were enjoying the evening meal under the shade of an elm tree. He went down for water by the creek and when he was gone, I took a bowl that was filled with delicious plum pudding and placed into it, not one, but two large pieces of sheep shit. When he returned I encouraged him to taste the plum pudding... And as sure as Im standing before you, he did! He ate it all. Shit Pudding!

Edwards: You got your brother to eat sheep dung. That is a very interesting story.

Hunt: Tell him the ending, that's the best part.

Higgins: Oh yeah. To be perfectly honest with you sir, I have no brother. It was me. I ate sheep shit! Swear to God.

Edwards: Clever twist there on the ending.

Hunt: What I remembered the most were the animals.

Edwards: [smiles] Ah, the animals...

Hunt: Fearsome beasts of the mountains and plains. I've seen a bear so powerful... that it *snapped* a man's body in half with his huge jaws. Garrgghh! Garrgghh! I've seen a badger with paws as big as frying pans. And that'd rip your face right off! Right off! Nothing you can do with that! Just rip it off! Once there was a hawk that swooped down from the sky... Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! And plucked a man's eyeballs out of his sockets. Auuuggghhh! Auuuggghhh! The fella was screaming, "I'm blind! I can't see!" *Twice* when I was fishing...

Higgins: [Horrified] THERE'S AN ANIMAL NOW!

[everyone except Edwards and Hunt starts firing at the animal]

Higgins: We can't kill it! We're all dead! God save us!

Hunt: Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

[everyone stops firing. Hunt looks closely and sees that the animal is just a squirrel nibbling on an acorn]

Hunt: It's only a squirrel.

Pratt: He's got something in his hand!

Guy Fontenot: Something in his hand!

[they continue firing at the squirrel]

[When trying to read; repeated line]

Hunt: Muh... Hah-buh...

Lady: I hope Satan himself burns the flesh from your miserable bones.

Hunt: Good God, Lady.

Hunt: Walk to Asia? I like it.

Hunt: The next man who leaves for New Orleans

[yells]

Hunt: will do so with a lead ball in his back!

[a bear has come into camp]

Bidwell: My nose itches.

Hunt: Don't scratch it.

Bidwell: Feels like there's a bug up in there.

Hunt: You scratch your nose. You're dead.

Bidwell: Well, I don't know what's worse. The bear or my itchy nose.

Hunt: I think it's leavin'.

Bidwell: I'm going to scratch it!

[begins scratching his nose and the bear turns around and bites his leg]

Bidwell: [shouts] The bear is worse! The bear is definitely worse!

Hunt: You know New York? I've never been to your city.

Zoey: What? You live an hour out and you've never been to Manhattan?

Hunt: No, I'm from the Island. We don't go to the city - crazy people out there with guns.

Zoey: That is not true!

Hunt: Well I'd like to believe you, but you're one of the crazies.