Gold Tooth: This is not about money, this is about power. There's a new King in the streets. This is a message he has for your people; "you are history!". Fucking history. God damn fool dog.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Listen shithead, I don't give a fuck who you really are or what you want with this asshole, because now it's personal, and he's a dead man!

El Scorpio: Come and get it! El Scorpio is ready!

Jerry Lambert: And you told me lieutenant 'the only way you survive down here is because you're a team'. 'The door swings both ways', remember?

King Willie: There's no stoppin' what can't be stopped, no killin' what can't be killed.

Garber: Harrigan! What the fuck happened in there!? Huh!?...God damn it, we came so close!

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Don't worry asshole. You'll get another chance.

[Mike removes the Predator's mask]
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: [whispering] You are one big ugly motherfu-
Predator: [grabs Mike by the throat.] Motherfucker!
[Throws Mike.]

Lieuteant Mike Harrigan: [talking to himself.] Don't worry. Think that you're a bird. Think that you're climbing down a log. A fifty-foot log.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Shit! Not again! Why can't he stay on the floor?!

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: [drops the Predator Disc] All right, who's next?

Lieuteant Mike Harrigan: [talking to himself.] Don't worry. You can do it. Think that you're falling down a log.
[his Desert Eagle handgun falls from the holster.]
Lieuteant Mike Harrigan: A thirty-story log.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Shit! Why can't this guy stay on the ground?!

Predator: Shit Happens.

Gold Tooth: King Willie says "not only do I have to kill you, but I have to take your soul". Voodoo magic. Fucking voodoo magic man!
[laughs]
Gold Tooth: You know what? I'll tell you what I believe; Shit Happens!

Peter Keyes: He's on safari. The lions, the tigers, the bears... oh, my!

King Willie: You can't see the eyes of the demon, until him come callin'.

[Harrigan runs through an old woman's apartment, chasing the Predator.]
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: It's okay! I'm a cop!
Old Lady: I don't think he gives a shit!

King Willie: They say you want to talk to me. They say you are offering me favours. Tell me why babylon, Mr policeman.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: [to Jerry] This is what I call the speech kid. It's the only one I got and I only give it once so pay attention. Til' now, it's all been fun and games. 'Cops and robbers', 'dunkin' donuts. But you're in the shit now. Natural command is a warzone.

Peter Keyes: How many times do I have to tell you? You don't know what you're dealing with.
[clicks on computer]
Peter Keyes: There's your killer. Wonderful isn't it? Pheromone signatures left by his body. These are set molecules- (to worker) Punch up for me. Ten years ago one of his kind stalked an eliminated an elite special forces crew in central America. There were two survivors. They indicated that when trapped, the creature activated a self-destruct device that destroyed enough rainforest to cover three hundred city blocks. Remarkable weaponry. That's right lieutenant. Other-world life-forms.

Tony Pope: This is Tony Pope, live from L.A, the city of fear. Where the psycho vigilante killer continues as daily diet for murder. Bodies strung out. Bodies with the skins ripped off. The hearts torn from the cadavers. And just recently, King Willie; the drug Lord. The vicious drug Lord was found in an ally just around the corner with his head cut off, and his spinal column torn from the body. A fitting demise to the Prince of Powder.

Jerry Lambert: Lieutenant I've paid my dues. I had to bust my ass to get my transfer.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: That scares the shit out of me kid. No one requested you comin' down here to make a reputation and there's no room for showboats or anyone looking to improve himself, and I want to stand for it. Now don't get me wrong, we need good cops down here and they say you're good at what you do. But the team comes first. You live by that and you'll be okay, and we'll all be there for you. Remember, the door swings both ways. That's it. (Jerry gets up to leave) Hey kid...welcome to the war.

Captain Phil Heinemann: You let me down Mike. You're making me look bad. I thought we had an understanding. I put my ass on the line trying to get you here, and all I expect is a little cooperation! Now you were told that this was a federal matter, yet you disobeyed direct orders to stay out of the building.
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Don't let this get out. It's a war down here.
Captain Phil Heinemann: You're a soldier, you take orders.
Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: We're fighting for our lives down there, and you're downtown shoving pencils and kissing ass! I don't roll for anybody, especially for the feds, without a god damn good explanation!

Leona: First Danny, then King Willie, and you were right there. He's playing with you Mike. You gotta be careful.

Leona: Mike...Mike, goddamn it. This isn't a personal one-man war you know. I loved Danny too.

Jerry Lambert: Shit, if the Columbians did all this then why'd they leave their boss Ramon over there plain dead and his girlfriend naked on the floor?

Predator: Want some candy?

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Look, I don't care how big this is or who's involved. This guy killed Danny and he's going to fall!

Captain B. Pilgrim: Heinemenn's already been up my ass so far I won't be able to sit down for a week. We're not winning this war. As much as it's going to piss you off you're going to have to play the game in this one.

Peter Keyes: Finally. Grab a seat. Enjoy the show. This is history.

Jerry Lambert: Yeah. They were setting up these weird radar sensors all over down town. I mean I used my whole laboratory just to keep up with 'em. I had scanners on them, but they scrambled my shit up with equipment I can't even begin to touch, and then this morning...I lost 'em.

Subway Gang Leader: You look like a sympathetic dude. My partner here needs an operation, but we're a little short on cash if you know what I mean.

Lieutenant Mike Harrigan: Captain, Danny and I came up together. Fifteen years on the fucking street! Whoever killed him's gonna pay. I'm gonna finish it.

Tony Pope: Watch as we continue our report. Yes, the word is out; L.A is up for grabs. The spoils of our once fine city is going to the ruthless scum who can spread the most carnage and blood in our streets. Our latest update on the scoreboard; Five assorted trash and one good cop. One of the best on our force. Who's next you say? Where's the mayor? He's not even in the city!

Captain B. Pilgrim: What about ten commendations for valor? And the best felony arrest record in the history of this department?

Jerry Lambert: Okay everybody, just take a deep breath. Loosen your holsters. We don't need any rush hour Rambo's there.