Blain: Son of a bitch is dug in like an Alabama tick.
Poncho: Major, you'd better take a look at this.
Dutch: Did you find Hawkins?
Poncho: I... I can't tell.
Dutch: Billy, find me a way out of this hole. The aerial says we cut off.
Billy: There's a ridge off to the east. But, I wouldn't risk that on a broke-Dick dog.
Dutch: Not much choice.
Blain: Bunch of slack-jawed faggots around here! This stuff will make you a god damned sexual Tyrannosaurus, just like me!
Dutch: What's the matter? The CIA got you pushing too many pencils?
Poncho: She says the jungle... it just came alive and took him.
[After Dutch has nailed a guy to the wall with his knife]
Dutch: Stick around.
Mac: You're ghostin' us, mother fokaa! 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. Leave ya here. Got that?
Poncho: You're bleeding, man!
Blain: I ain't got time to bleed!
Poncho: Oh... OK... you got time to duck?
Blain: Makes Cambodia look like Kansas.
Billy: I'm scared Poncho.
Poncho: Bullshit! You ain't afraid of no man!
Billy: There's something out there waiting for us, and it ain't no man. We're all gonna die.
Dutch: If it bleeds, we can kill it.
Mac: 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 one 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 RIGHT INTO HIM!
Dutch: I'll be back!
Dillon: So what you going to try next? Cheese?