Dutch: Run! Go, get to the chopper!
Anna: There is something else. When the big man was killed, you must have wounded it. Its blood was on the leaves.
Dutch: If it bleeds, we can kill it.
Dillon: [To Dutch.] Well, what are you gonna try next, cheese?
[Dutch pins soldier to a wooden post with his knife.]
Dutch: Stick around.
Dutch: Knock knock!