Alien Predator

Damon:
Uh, Sam...

Samantha 'Sam':
Hmm?

Damon:
I could definitely fall madly in bed with you.

Damon:
[Handing Michael an old musket, and insisting that he take it with him] Well, take it.

Michael, the Driver:
No, those things scare me.

Damon:
Scare you? We had target practice every day when we were training for Viet Nam.

Michael, the Driver:
[Scoffs] We were in the sixth grade and we shot Red Ryder BB guns.

Damon:
It's the same principle!