„John Rambo”

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– He was just another drifter who broke the law!
– Vagrancy wasn’t it? That’s gonna look real good on his grave stone in Arlington: Here lies John Rambo, winner of the Congressional Medal of Honor, survivor of countless incursions behind enemy lines. Killed for vagrancy in Jerkwater, USA.
– Now don’t give me any of that crap Trautman. Do you think Rambo was the only guy who had a tough time in Vietnam? He killed a police officer for Christ’s sake!
– You’re goddamn lucky he didn’t kill all of you.

– Whatever possessed God in heaven to make a man like Rambo?
– God didn’t make Rambo, I made him!

– I don’t think you understand. I didn’t come to rescue Rambo from you. I came here to rescue you from him.

– You don’t seem to want to accept 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 attrition. Well Rambo was the best.

– Are you telling me that 200 of our men against your boy is a no-win situation for us?
– You send that many, don’t forget one thing.
– What?
– A good supply of body bags.

– „Let’s do some huntin’!
– Hunting? We ain’t huntin’ him, he’s huntin’ us!

– How will you live, John?
– Day by day.

– And if I were you… I’d never make the mistake of bringing this subject up again.
– Oh you’re the one who’s making the mistake.
– Yeah? What mistake?
– Rambo.

– Murdock…
– He’s here.
– Rambo, this is Murdock, we’re glad you’re alive. Where the hell are you? Give us your position and we’ll come to pick you up!
– Murdock… I’m coming to get you!

– Why did they pick you? Because you like to fight?
– I’m expendable.
– What mean expendable?
– It’s like someone invites you to a party and you don’t show up. It doesn’t really matter.

– John I want you to try and forget the war. Remember the mission. The old Vietnam’s dead.
– Sir I’m alive, it’s still alive, ain’t it?

– „Pressure? Let me just say that Rambo is the best combat vet I’ve ever seen. A pure fighting machine with only a desire – to win a war that someone else lost. And if winning means he has to die – he’ll die. No fear, no regrets. And one more thing, what you choose to call hell, he calls home.”

– I see you are no stranger to pain. Perhaps you have been among my Vietnamese comrades before, hmm? No answer. Do you wish to give your name? Now, what possible harm can that cause? Pride is a poor substitute for intelligence. What you must understand is that we have to interrogate you. To Sergeant Yushin here, you are a piece of meat. A laboratory experiment. But to me, you are a comrade, similar to myself, just opposed by an act of fate. I know you are trying to facilitate the release of war criminals held by this republic. I can appreciate this. But this incident, your capture is… embarrassing. We must have explanation. First of all, I wish you to radio your headquarters and say that you have been captured and condemned for espionage activities, and that no such criminal aggression should be attempted in the future or they will meet with the same fate as yours.
– Fuck you.

– What do we do?
– Well, surrounding them’s out of the question…

– I’m no tourist.

– Drop your weapons! Now! You have no chance of escape! Come forward! I wish to take you back alive! This is your last warning! The choice is yours!
– What do you say John?
– Fuck ’em!

– This is Afghanistan… Alexander the Great try to conquer this country… then Genghis Khan, then the British. Now Russia. But Afghan people fight hard, they never be defeated. Ancient enemy make prayer about these people… you wish to hear?
– Um-hum.
– Very good. It says, ‚May God deliver us from the venom of the Cobra, teeth of the tiger, and the vengeance of the Afghan.’ Understand what this means?
– That you guys don’t take any shit?
– Yes… something like this.

– What’s that?
– It’s blue light.
– What does it do?
– It turns blue.

– God must love crazy people.
– Why?
– He make so many of them!

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Quentin

Quentin
Jestem Quentin. Filmowego bloga piszę nieprzerwanie od 2004 roku (kto da więcej?). Wcześniej na Blox.pl, teraz u siebie. Reszta nieistotna - to nie portal randkowy. Ale, jeśli już koniecznie musicie wiedzieć, to tak, jestem zajebisty.