Hunter's Blood

Red Beard:
Posted signs don't mean buzzard sh*t. These woods belong to them that holds 'em!

Woody:
Man, I'm gonna cut you deep!

Mason Rand:
Why don't you do that? [challenging him]

Woody:
I'm gonna make you cry! [lunges at him]

Snake:
You know that there be Purty Boy's gun. Where'd you get that, huh?

David Rand:
I found it... in the woods.

Snake:
Well, I found this [produces a huge hunting knife] in my cousin Tull's body. And I figure you just [takes a swipe at David] know who it belong to!

Red Beard:
Them boots is what I want first.

Mason Rand:
Them boots is what you're not gonna get! [coming out of the shadows with his shotgun]

Ralph Coleman:
Uh oh! Is that the killer weed with the roots from hell?

Wash Pot:
[to David Rand] You go ahead and make your move, city boy! 'Cause I'm gonna make mine! [he begins to ravage Melanie]

One Eye:
[referring to the poachers who escaped the game wardens] They're gonna kill your ass! [game warden pistol whips him] They're gonna gut you alive!

Brinkley:
Throw down them guns!

Red Beard:
Let 'em take us, boys. There's another way to skin a cat. [throws down his shotgun]

Red Beard:
[to the game wardens] You ain't nervous? Just ten to twelve miles of timber between here and the road... and WE'RE ALL CHAINED UP! HA HA HA! [referring to the poachers' almost certain chances of escape]

Snake:
Well, what I want to know is where they done hid the p*ssy?

One Eye:
Maybe they's the breed what can't abide female poontang!

Purty Boy:
Sure hope so! That un's the one I want! [points at Marty]

Ralph Coleman:
Gentlemen, spoils of war! [he holds up a dirty jar of the poachers' moonshine]

Marty Adler:
You're not actually going to drink that, are you?

Ralph Coleman:
When a man needs a drink, he needs a drink! [he takes a hearty swig] Burned the hair off my tongue!

Al Coleman:
You know why I like hunting?

Ralph Coleman:
Keeps you away from your wife. [the camp errupts in laughter]

Al Coleman:
That's one good thing. But it's like a cross-section of life. Your brains and your balls against whatever's out there.

Al Coleman:
I mean is this good or what? I could stay out here the rest of my life with buddies like you!

Ralph Coleman:
Sure, if you had a restaurant, bar, and a whorehouse out back, you might last a week!

Ralph Coleman:
[Mason and David are walking the poachers out of camp at gunpoint] Pick up a few bars of that Irish Spring the next time you're in town! What a stink!

Al Coleman:
Yeah, we'll cripple you for life if you come back here again. These are my woods!

Ralph Coleman:
Al, your woods are full of maggots!

Mason Rand:
[after Marty shoots at a buck and misses] Did you hit him?

Marty Adler:
I think so.

Mason Rand:
Then you track him, hotshot.

Marty Adler:
There's other deer!

Mason Rand:
Not for you there isn't, Marty. That buck could be wounded. He could crawl off behind some windfall and die. He could die very slowly. Do you that's right, Marty?

Marty Adler:
No.

Al Coleman:
Well, I guess we'd better get after him. [Ralph agrily gives Marty back his rifle. It was supposed to be Ralph's shot]

Red Beard:
Which one of you sons-a-b*tches wants to die first? [he points a shotgun at the hunters] It's y'all's pleasure... a lot of folks like you can't keep up with the likes of us!

David Rand:
We can squeeze a trigger as easy as you can!

Al Coleman:
I mean those slimy bastards kicked out my fog lights!

Mason Rand:
Forget about it, Al. We've got deer to hunt come sun-up.

Al Coleman:
[takes a hearty swig of Jack Daniels] Yes ma'am, she does burn good. Now if I just had a nice piece of ass, my night would be complete!

Marty Adler:
How about that b*tch back at the beer joint?

Al Coleman:
That would be nice!

Ralph Coleman:
[the hunters find the mutilated body of a game warden hung from a tree] Holy mother of God!

Marty Adler:
We're screwed!

Mason Rand:
Like hell we are!

Marty Adler:
They're gonna kill us! We're all gonna...

Mason Rand:
Shut up, Marty, God-dammit! How long since the wardens took the poachers out of here, David?

David Rand:
Three hours?

Ralph Coleman:
We gotta get out of her right now! They could be any place around here!

Mason Rand:
Listen, Ralph, if they knew where we were, we'd be fighting them right this minute. It's not all bad if we handle ourselves and don't f***ing panic!

Al Coleman:
Look, if we can get back to that Bronco, I can get us out of here.

Mason Rand:
No. They're probably hitting the camp right now. They're not going to let us out of here alive Al, they can't do that.

Ralph Coleman:
I thought this was over with... it's just beginning!

Mason Rand:
I'm scared, son. I don't want to be.

Marty Adler:
[the hunters have just cut the game warden's body down from the tree] What are we gonna do if we run into these guys?

Mason Rand:
Kill 'em. Get rid of that jacket. They'll spot you.

Marty Adler:
[Not wishing to part with the bright orange jacket] But it could be cold tonight!

David Rand:
You'd be colder dead.

Tracy:
[referring to Al] Woody! Hey Woody, I gotta serve this here big turd?