Duncan McKay: That's from, like, an ostrich or something.
Hubs: Or a beaver.
Dr. Anton Rudolph: You have no idea what you're up against.
Bart Parker: You don't know my men.
Dr. Anton Rudolph: This is not some garden snake you're going after. We are talking about a perfect killing machine. A 129-foot all-terrain vehicle capable of speeds exceeding 50 miles an hour with skin that can deflect an antitank round, enhanced night vision and a voracious appetite for human flesh. It will slaughter your men before they have a chance to blink.
Leonard Marliston: We have the same colour eyes.
Sheriff Brent Marken: No.
Leonard Marliston: Dad.
Sheriff Brent Marken: No... no... no.
Reese: Urban legend, my ass.