You’re ghostin’ us, motherfucker.

Payback time!

It’s time to let Old Painless out the bag.

I can’t find a single track. Just doesn’t make sense.

I can’t believe that Jim Hopper walked into an ambush.

Strange, Major. There was a firefight. They were shooting in all directions.

Ain’t no way for no soldier to die.

The guerrillas skinned them? Why did they skin them?

Nobody told me there was an operation in this area. They shouldn’t have been here.

This is inhuman.

I don’t know, Dutch.

I knew these men. Green Berets out of Fort Bragg. What the hell were they doing here?

Jim Hopper. Mac, cut ’em down.

Holy mother of God.

Probably just another rebel patrol. They operate in here all the time.

Six men wearing U.S.-issued army boots. They came in from the north, and then they followed the guerrillas.

There were 12 guerrillas. They took the two men from the helicopter, but there’s something else

Heatseeker, Dillon. That’s pretty sophisticated for a bunch of half-assed mountain boys.

This is no ordinary army taxi. It looks more like a surveillance bird to me.

There’s something else, Major.

That’s a real nasty habit you got there.

Yeah. Strap this on your sore ass, Blain.

This stuff will make you a goddamn sexual tyrannosaurus, just like me!

Get that stinking shit out of my face.

You see, she wanted a littler one, ’cause hers was...As big as a house.

She said “Me too. Mine’s as big as a house!”

I said You know, I’d like a little pussy.

Hey, Billy. Billy! The other day, I went up to my girlfriend...

Tango, Charlie, Delta 10. Two, Leader.

This is getting better by the minute.