First Blood1982

Trautman:
I don't think you understand. I didn't come to rescue Rambo from you. I came here to rescue you from him.

Teasle:
Well, we all appreciate your concern Colonel, I will try to be extra careful!

Trautman:
You picked the wrong man to push.

Teasle:
No, Trautman, HE picked the wrong man.

Trautman:
That boy's a heart attack! He may be the best the Special Forces ever produced. Whatever you're planning to throw at him here, he's been through a whole lot worse, in lot worse places than this. I'm just amazed he allowed any of your posse to live.

Teasle:
Is that right?

Trautman:
Strictly speaking, he slipped up. You're lucky to be breathing.

Teasle:
That's just great. Colonel, you came out here to find out why one of your machiens blew a gasket!

Trautman:
You don't seem to want to accep the fact you're dealing with an expert in guerrilla warfare, with a man who's the best, with guns, with knives, with his bare hands. A man who's been trained to ignore pain, ignore weather, to live off the land, to eat things that would make a billy goat puke. In Vietnam his job was to dispose of enemy personnel. To kill! Period! Win by atrition. Well Rambo was the best.