Predator 2

Predator:
Sh*t Happens.

Gold Tooth:
King Willie says, not only do I have to kill you, but I have to take your soul. Voodoo magic. F***ing voodoo magic, man!

Gold Tooth:
But you know what? I tell you what I believe: sh*t happens!

Peter Keyes:
He's on safari. The lions, the tigers, the bears... oh, my!

King Willie:
You can't see the eyes of the demon, until him come callin'.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
It's all right! I'm a cop!

Ruth:
I don't think he gives a sh*t!

King Willie:
They say you want to talk to me. They say you offering me favors. Tell me why, Babylon, Mr. Policeman.

Peter Keyes:
How many times do I have to tell you? You don't know what you're dealing with.

Peter Keyes:
There's your killer. Wonderful isn't it? Pheromone signatures left by his body. These are scent molecules.

Peter Keyes:
Punch up for me. Ten years ago one of his kind stalked and eliminated an elite special forces crew in central America. There were two survivors. They indicated that when trapped, the creature activated a self-destruct device that destroyed enough rainforest to cover 300 city blocks. Remarkable weaponry. That's right lieutenant. Other-world life-forms.

Tony Pope:
This is Tony Pope, live from L.A, the city of fear. Where the psycho vigilante killer continues his daily diet for murder. Bodies strung out. Bodies with the skins ripped off. The hearts torn from the cadavers. And just recently, King Willie, the drug lord. The vicious drug lord, found in an alley just around the corner with his head cut off, and his spinal column torn from the body. A fitting demise to the Prince of Powder.

Jerry Lambert:
Lieutenant, I've paid my dues. I had to bust my ass to get my transfer.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
And that scares the sh*t out of me, kid. No one requests to come down here unless they're looking for a reputation and there's no room for showboats or anyone looking to prove himself. Now, I won't stand for it. Now don't get me wrong, we need good cops down here and they say you're good at what you do. But the team comes first. You live by that and you'll be okay, and we'll all be there for you. Remember, the door swings both ways. That's it.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
Hey kid... welcome to the war.

Captain Phil Heinemann:
You let me down, Mike. You're making me look bad. I thought we had an understanding. I put my ass on the line to get you here, and all I expect is a little cooperation! Now you were told that this was a federal matter, yet you disobeyed a direct order to stay out of the building.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
Don't let this get out, Phil, but it's a f***in' war down here.

Captain Phil Heinemann:
You're a soldier, and you take orders. Now don't push it.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
We're fighting for our lives down there, and you're downtown pushin' pencils and kissing ass! I don't roll over for anybody, especially for the feds, without a goddamn good explanation!

Leona:
First Danny, then King Willie, and you were right there. He's playing with you Mike. You gotta be careful.

Leona:
Mike... Mike, goddamn it. This ain't your personal little war, you know. I loved Danny too.

Jerry Lambert:
Sh*t, if the Colombians did all this, then why'd they leave their boss Ramon over there hanging ten and his girlfriend naked on the floor?

Predator:
Want some candy?

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
Look, I don't care how big this is or who's involved. This guy killed Danny and he's going to fall!

Captain B. Pilgrim:
Heinemann's already been up my ass so far I won't be able to sit down for a week. We're not winning this war. As much as it's going to piss you off, you're going to have to play the game in this one.

Peter Keyes:
Finally. Grab a seat. Enjoy the show. This is history.

Jerry Lambert:
Yeah. They're setting up these weird radar sensors all over downtown. I mean, I used my whole repertoire just to keep up with 'em. I had scanners on them, but they scrambled my sh*t up. They had equipment I can't even begin to touch, and then this morning... I lost 'em.

Subway Gang Leader:
You look like a sympathetic dude. My partner here needs an operation, but we're a little short on cash if you know what I mean.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
Captain, Danny and I came up together. Fifteen years on the f***ing street! Whoever killed him's gonna pay. I'm gonna finish it.

Tony Pope:
Watch as we continue our report. Yes, the word is out; L.A is up for grabs. The spoils of our once fine city is going to the ruthless scum who can spread the most carnage and blood in our streets. Our latest update on the scoreboard; Five assorted trash and one good cop. One of the best on our force. Who's next you say? Where's the mayor? He's not even in the city!

Captain B. Pilgrim:
What about ten commendations for valor? And the best felony arrest record in the history of this department?

Jerry Lambert:
Okay everybody, just take a deep breath. Loosen your sphincters. We don't need any rush hour Rambos there.

Gold Tooth:
This is not about money, this is about power. There's a new king in the streets. This is a message he has for your people: "you are history!" F***ing history. Goddamn puto.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
Listen shithead, I don't give a f*** who you really are or what you want with this a**hole, because now it's personal, and he's a dead man!

El Scorpio:
Come and get it! El Scorpio is ready!

Jerry Lambert:
And you told me, lieutenant, "the only way you survive down here is because you're a team." "The door swings both ways," remember?

King Willie:
There's no stoppin' what can't be stopped, no killin' what can't be killed.

Garber:
Harrigan! What the f*** happened in there? Huh?... Goddamn it, we came so close!

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
Don't worry, a**hole. You'll get another chance.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
Sh*t! Why can't this guy stay on the ground?

Reporter:
As drought-ridden Los Angeles swelters in agonizing heat, drug lords wage bloody warfare in the streets. Yet another open conflict... Oh, f*** this, get me out of here!

Leona Cantrell:
I have heard about you.

Jerry Lambert:
Yeah?

Leona Cantrell:
Yeah. Like your last partner got shot.

Jerry Lambert:
What?

Leona Cantrell:
Well... [grabs Jerry's testicles] Try that cowboy sh*t with me, f***er, and you can kiss these goodbye.

Jerry Lambert:
[noticing footage on a subway public television of himself assaulting Tony Pope] H-Hey, it's me! I look great!

Leona Cantrell:
Oh, shut up.

Jerry Lambert:
[to elderly man recognizing him from the footage] No autographs Pop.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
Hey, what the hell's going on here, Heinemann?

Captain Phil Heinemann:
Insubordination, disregard for direct orders from a supervising officer! Now get back to your cage at Alvarado!

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
I'll show you insubordination, you son of a b*tch!

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
[grabbing Keyes and violently pinning him against the wall] Listen, shithead. I don't give a f*** who you really are or what you want with this a**hole... because now it's personal, and he's a dead man.

Peter Keyes:
The concept of what you're dealing with is way over your head. I'm warning you...

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
You!

[shoving Keyes back against the wall]

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
You don't know what you're dealing with... and I'm warning you: stay the f*** out of my way!

Peter Keyes:
It's taken us over two weeks to learn his patterns. He comes here every two days to feed. Seems he has a taste for beef.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
I didn't think he was a vegetarian.

Peter Keyes:
Well, we've prepared a trap for this predator.

[Mike removes the Predator's mask]

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan:
[whispering] You are one ugly motherfu--

Second Predator:
[grabs Mike by the throat] ...motherf***er! [throws Mike]

Mike Harrigan:
This is what I call the speech, kid. It's the only one I got and I only give it once, so pay attention. 'Til now, it's all been fun and games. "Cops and robbers," Dunkin Donuts. But you're in the sh*t now. Metro Command is a war zone.