[
Nick has just eaten an unborn chick directly from the egg to improve relations with the tribe]
Nick:
So you guys eat this all the time or is just for... uhm... ceremonies?
Po:
Are you kidding? We don't eat that shit!
Kiefer:
[
after he shoots a wounded mercenary] Bullets are cheap and the medics are late.
Nick:
[
to Keefer] Welcome to Hell.
[
repeated line]
Nick:
It's Swede, like me.
Lyle:
This time you'll be working in a beautiful and very tropical paradise!
Nick:
[
shouting] I hate the heat.
Warren:
Will it help if we say who recommended you?
Nick:
[
walking away] I know who recommended me.
Nick:
Why didn't you recommend Keefer?
Colonel Merrick:
Keefer... This time, for what I'm told, isn't just slash and burn... This one calls for the touch of the poet.
Blades:
What colour?
[
Nick stares at him]
Blades:
What colour is the people you want me to shoot at, man?
Nick:
Lighter than you but darker than me.
Jimmy G:
[
to one of his employees] Relax, I'm not gonna kill you... yet!
Ocker:
[
sitting in front of the gorilla's cage at the zoo] I know they're doomed. You can see it in the eyes. Ten, twenty years have it extinct.
Nick:
I was surprised to hear you're still breathing yourself.
Ocker:
The world is dying, Nick. It needs a witness.
Nolan:
[
to Nick, after knocking his adversary down] Hey, if you wanna bet your last dime, must be on yourself, right?
[
his opponent gets up and knocks him out]
Kiefer:
So, what is your story, bitch? Mmmh?
Grace Lashield:
I'm stuck in an island run by assholes. What's yours?
Grace Lashield:
Look, I can help you guys out *and* I can take orders.
Nolan:
I'll take the beaver sandwich.
Po:
You want some company tonight, boss? Loki! Can be pretty lonely in the jungle.
Nick:
No, I don't need any company.
Jimmy G:
[
whispering] Shit, I'll take her Nick!
[
Nick stares badly at him]
Nick:
Alright, I want you to take me on a guided tour of the ship pile.
Po:
Sure thing, boss!
Nick:
Keep your eyes open back here.
Nolan:
[
mocking Po's accent] Sure thing, boss!
Ocker:
[
Jamaal's been hit by a child with a blow-pipe] First blood!
Nick:
C'mon, how do you defend yourselves?
Po:
What to defend? A couple of trees, lot of rock, bird shit on everything.
Loki:
My mother want to know if you fall from the sky with jellyfish, but I tell her you wash upon sand like garbage.
Nick:
Thank you.
Nick:
You're a pain in the ass, you know that?
Loki:
My... my father say same thing.
Nick:
You want me to kill for bird shit?
Lyle:
Why not? You've done that for less!
Nick:
As of now, I take control of this island and who fucks with it, fucks with me!
Colonel Merrick:
[
to Nick] One can be a mercenary and still a gentleman.
Nolan:
Found the jade, didn't you?
Nick:
There's no jade. It's bird shit.
Nolan:
Bird shit? Oh boy... what do you think I am, idiot?
Nick:
Where's everybody?
Po:
They're with the dead.
Po:
The spirit has been gone a long time, but will run back to us. We will fight.
Nick:
Like the Old People?
Po:
Old People story is bullshit. We are the Old People.
Colonel Merrick:
A man has to have something to honor, Nick, and all I've got left is my word. I gave my word.
Jimmy G:
[
smiling, after one of Merrick's men blows up a mine] She moved the fucking mines!
Jimmy G:
[
ironically] Got a real crackerjack team Colonel, uh?
Kiefer:
[
to Colonel Merrick] Tomorrow I'll give you bodies.
Nick:
[
to a mercenary who tried to shoot him in the back but got burned by the backfire of the bazooka] Don't sneak up on people.
Nick:
Where you'll go?
Grace Lashield:
Home.
Nick:
Where's that?
Grace Lashield:
Don't ask.
[
last lines]
Po:
We have a legend. It tells of a man who comes far from the oceans and save us from great danger.
Nick:
Really?
Po:
No. But I'm working on it.
Kiefer:
This is not the ordinary I hit you, you hit me, I hit you, you hit me. No, no, no, no. This is I hit you, I hit you, I fucking hit you!
[
to his soldiers]
Kiefer:
Everytime he touches me, kill one of his men.
Nick:
Keefer?
Colonel Merrick:
Yeah, the three of us back together again. Better to keep an army intact than to destroy it.
Colonel Merrick:
[
pauses] So on, son. I envy you. You're gonna die for something you believe in.
Kiefer:
[
burning the flag of truce] I'll see you in hell, Nicky Gunar!
Nick:
Grace's on the mission.
[
to his men]
Nick:
Her cut comes out your pay.
Kiefer:
Kind remind you of Angola, doesn't it Nicky? Mmmh? All that burning flesh? God, I was afraid I would never breathe this smell again, Nicky!
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