Gringo Mike: There's something out there waiting for us... and it ain't no man. We're all gonna die.
Trip: [to Blain's corpse] 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 a fuckin' 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!
Streets: He's killing us one at a time. Gringo Mike: Like a hunter...
Sasquash: You saying that Blain and Hawkins were killed by a fucking lizard? That's a bullshit psyche job. There is 2 to 3 men out there at the most. Fucking lizard. Gizmo: No fucking lizards here. Only the HRO dooming squad.