Rambo: We were in this bar in Saigon and this kid comes up, this kid carrying a shoe-shine box. And he says "Shine, please, shine!" I said no. He kept askin', yeah, and Joey said "Yeah." And I went to get a couple of beers, and the box was wired, and he opened up the box, fucking blew his body all over the place. And he's laying there, he's fucking screaming. There's pieces of him
all over me, just...
[Takes off his bandolier]
Rambo: like this, and I'm tryin' to pull him off, you know, my friend that's all over me! I've got blood and everything and I'm tryin' to hold him together! I'm puttin'... the guy's fuckin' insides keep coming out! And nobody would help! Nobody would help! He's saying, sayin' "I wanna go home! I wanna go home!" He keeps
calling my name! "I wanna go home, Johnny! I wanna drive my Chevy!" I said "With what? I can't find your fuckin' legs! I can't find your legs!"
Trautman: I don't think you understand. I didn't come to rescue Rambo from you. I came here to rescue you from him.
Teasle: Well, we all appreciate your concern Colonel, I will try to be extra careful!
Trautman: I'm just amazed he allowed any of your posse to live.
Teasle: Is that right?
Trautman: Strictly speaking, he slipped up. You're lucky to be breathing.
Teasle: That's just great. Colonel, you came out here to find out why one of your machines blew a gasket!
Trautman: 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.
Teasle: He was just another drifter who broke the law!
Trautman: 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.
Teasle: 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!
Trautman: You're goddamn lucky he didn't kill all of you.
Trautman: It's good to hear your voice Johnny, it's been a long time. Look John, you've done some damage here, they don't want anymore trouble. That's why I've come. I want to come in there and fly you the hell out. Just you and me. We'll work this thing out together. Is that fair enough?
Rambo: Where did you come from Sir?
Trautman:
Bragg.
Rambo: I tried to get in touch with you, but the guys in Bragg never knew where to find you.
Trautman: You know I haven't been spending much time there lately, they've got me down in D.C. I'm shining a seat with my ass.
Rambo: I wish I was back in Bragg now.
Trautman: We'll talk about that when
you come in.
Rambo: I can't do that Sir.
Trautman: Look John, we can't have you running around out there killing friendly civilians.
Rambo: There are no friendly civilians!
Trautman: But I'm your friend Johnny! I was there with you knee-deep in all that blood and guts. I covered your ass more than once.
Seems like baling you out of trouble's got to be a life-time achievement for me.
Rambo: There wouldn't be no trouble except for that king-shit cop! All I wanted was something to eat. But the man kept pushing Sir.
Trautman: Well you did some pushing on your own John.
Rambo: They drew first blood, not me.
Trautman: Look Johnny, let me come in and get you the hell out of there!
Rambo: They drew first blood...
Trautman: Rambo, are you still reading me? Covey leader to Raven! Rambo! Acknowledge!
Deputy Lester: [referring to the mistreatment of Rambo] I was just talking to Mitch, and he said that Gault and a couple of the deputies were... a little hard on the guy.
State Police Capt. Dave Kern: Assholes!
Teasle: It doesn't make one goddamn bit of difference, Dave, and you know it! If one of my deputies... gets out of line with
a prisoner then the prisoner comes to me with it. And if I find out it's like he says I kick the deputy's ass! *Me*! The *Law*! People start fucking around with the law then all hell breaks loose! Whatever possessed God in heaven to make a man like Rambo?
Trautman: God didn't make Rambo, I made him!
Rambo: There's one man dead! It's not my *fault*! I don't want anymore hurt!
Teasle: Freeze! Stand right where you are! Give yourself up!
Rambo: But I didn't do anything!
Teasle: I'm warning you boy, don't make a move or I'll blow your head off!
Rambo: [shouts] I didn't do anything!
Teasle: [Teasle is giving Rambo a lift] So where you heading?
Rambo: Portland.
Teasle: Portland is south! You said you were heading north.
Rambo: You got some place I can eat around here?
Teasle: Theres a diner about thirty miles up the highway.
Rambo: Is there a
law against me getting something to eat here?
Teasle: Yeah! ME!
Rambo: Why you pushing me?
Teasle: [haughty] What'd you say?
Rambo: I said why you pushing me? I haven't done anything to you.
Teasle: First of all, you don't ask the questions around here. I do. Understand! Second,
we don't want guys like you in this town, drifters. Next thing we know, we got a whole *bunch* of guys like you in this town. THAT'S WHY! Besides, you wouldn't like it here anyway. It's just a quiet little town. In fact you might say it's BORING. But that's the way we like it. I get paid to keep it that way.
Rambo: Yeah, boring.
Trautman: Company leader to identify Baker Team - Rambo, Messner, Ortega, Coletta, Jorgensen, Danforth, Berry, Krakauer confirm! This is Colonel Trautman. Talk to me, Johnny.
Rambo: They're all gone Sir.
Trautman: Rambo! Are you all right?
Rambo: Baker Team. They're all dead, sir.
Trautman: Not Delmar Berry, he made it.
Rambo: Berry's gone too Sir.
Trautman: How?
Rambo: Got himself killed in 'Nam, didn't even know it. Cancer ate him down to the bone.
Trautman: I'm sorry, I didn't know.
Rambo: I'm the last one Sir.
[Rambo takes over an Army truck]
Rambo: Drive!
[Army driver glances at him]
Rambo: Don't look at me, look at the road! That's how accidents happen.
Rambo: [beat] What's your name?
Guardsman #3: Cathcart, Robert A.
Rambo: What have you got in the back, Robert A?
Guardsman #3: M-60
Rambo: [beat] Okay! Robert A! Get out of the truck!
Guardsman #3: Please. I got no beef with you.
Rambo: GO ON! Get out! Go home!
[throws Cathcart out of the truck]
Deputy Sergeant Arthur Gault: [Preston sluices Rambo with a fire hose] Hey, Preston! Make sure you get him behind the ears! Ha-ha-ha-ha.
[Mitch leaves in disgust]
Deputy Sergeant Arthur Gault: What's the matter, Mitch? Don't you like water sports?
[continues laughing]
Deputy Mitch: Why don't you let the state police handle this?
Teasle: [Grabs Mitch by the neck] Look! Look at him. Look at him! That's Art Galt, boy. He and I were friends when your mama was still wiping your nose! Now he's dead. He's dead because of that psycho out there. Now you listen, boy, and you listen to me good. I'm gonna get that son of a bitch and
I'm gonna pin that Congressional Medal of Honor to his liver. And I'm gonna do it with you or without you.