- Red Beard: Them boots is what I want first.
- Mason Rand: Them boots is what you're not gonna get!
- [coming out of the shadows with his shotgun]
- Ralph Coleman: Gentlemen, spoils of war!
- [he holds up a dirty jar of the poachers' moonshine]
- Marty Adler: You're not actually going to drink that, are you?
- Ralph Coleman: When a man needs a drink, he needs a drink!
- [he takes a hearty swig]
- Ralph Coleman: Burned the hair off my tongue!
- Woody: Man, I'm gonna cut you deep!
- Mason Rand: Why don't you do that?
- [challenging him]
- Woody: I'm gonna make you cry!
- [lunges at him]
- Snake: You know that there be Purty Boy's gun. Where'd you get that, huh?
- David Rand: I found it... in the woods.
- Snake: Well, I found this
- [produces a huge hunting knife]
- Snake: in my cousin Tull's body. And I figure you just
- [takes a swipe at David]
- Snake: know who it belong to!
- Wash Pot: [to David Rand] You go ahead and make your move, city boy! 'Cause I'm gonna make mine!
- [he begins to ravage Melanie]
- Red Beard: [to the game wardens] You ain't nervous? Just ten to twelve miles of timber between here and the road... and WE'RE ALL CHAINED UP! HA HA HA!
- [referring to the poachers' almost certain chances of escape]
- Al Coleman: You know why I like hunting?
- Ralph Coleman: Keeps you away from your wife.
- [the camp errupts in laughter]
- Al Coleman: That's one good thing. But it's like a cross-section of life. Your brains and your balls against whatever's out there.
- Al Coleman: I mean is this good or what? I could stay out here the rest of my life with buddies like you!
- Ralph Coleman: Sure, if you had a restaurant, bar, and a whorehouse out back, you might last a week!
- Ralph Coleman: [Mason and David are walking the poachers out of camp at gunpoint] Pick up a few bars of that Irish Spring the next time you're in town! What a stink!
- Al Coleman: Yeah, we'll cripple you for life if you come back here again. These are my woods!
- Ralph Coleman: Al, your woods are full of maggots!
- Mason Rand: [after Marty shoots at a buck and misses] Did you hit him?
- Marty Adler: I think so.
- Mason Rand: Then you track him, hotshot.
- Marty Adler: There's other deer!
- Mason Rand: Not for you there isn't, Marty. That buck could be wounded. He could crawl off behind some windfall and die. He could die very slowly. Do you that's right, Marty?
- Marty Adler: No.
- Al Coleman: Well, I guess we'd better get after him.
- [Ralph agrily gives Marty back his rifle. It was supposed to be Ralph's shot]
- Red Beard: Which one of you sons-a-bitches wants to die first?
- [he points a shotgun at the hunters]
- Red Beard: It's y'all's pleasure... a lot of folks like you can't keep up with the likes of us!
- David Rand: We can squeeze a trigger as easy as you can!
- Al Coleman: I mean those slimy bastards kicked out my fog lights!
- Mason Rand: Forget about it, Al. We've got deer to hunt come sun-up.
- Al Coleman: [takes a hearty swig of Jack Daniels] Yes ma'am, she does burn good. Now if I just had a nice piece of ass, my night would be complete!
- Marty Adler: How about that bitch back at the beer joint?
- Al Coleman: That would be nice!
- Ralph Coleman: [the hunters find the mutilated body of a game warden hung from a tree] Holy mother of God!
- Marty Adler: We're screwed!
- Mason Rand: Like hell we are!
- Marty Adler: They're gonna kill us! We're all gonna...
- Mason Rand: Shut up, Marty, God-dammit! How long since the wardens took the poachers out of here, David?
- David Rand: Three hours?
- Ralph Coleman: We gotta get out of her right now! They could be any place around here!
- Mason Rand: Listen, Ralph, if they knew where we were, we'd be fighting them right this minute. It's not all bad if we handle ourselves and don't fucking panic!
- Al Coleman: Look, if we can get back to that Bronco, I can get us out of here.
- Mason Rand: No. They're probably hitting the camp right now. They're not going to let us out of here alive Al, they can't do that.
- Ralph Coleman: I thought this was over with... it's just beginning!
- Marty Adler: [the hunters have just cut the game warden's body down from the tree] What are we gonna do if we run into these guys?
- Mason Rand: Kill 'em. Get rid of that jacket. They'll spot you.
- Marty Adler: [Not wishing to part with the bright orange jacket] But it could be cold tonight!
- David Rand: You'd be colder dead.
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