Kyle Hanson: Gimme a hamburger... raw.
Counter Girl: Excuse me, sir... did you say "Rare"?
Kyle Hanson: RAW!
Big Ben: Hey Sarge!
Big Ben: That dude sittin' on the curb over there, he out of your old outfit?
Sarge: Hell, that dude ain't never been in no outfit, probably bought that coat at the Army Surplus.
Big Ben: I thought maybe he mighta' been one of the guys you trained, Sarge.
Sarge: Well if you got down wind of him, he'd probably smell more like a cowboy. Whaddya think of that, pig farmer?
Sheriff Jethro Pough: All right, hold it men. I want to see you all up here.
Sam Bellows: Whadda ya got, Jethro?
Sheriff Jethro Pough: I found out who this fella is. His name's Kyle Hansen, just like it said on his jacket. He was in the psycho ward at the Army Hospital in Mobile. Looks like he had a pretty rough time in Vietnam. It appears that he was with a secret unit of the Special Forces. He was captured twice, and escaped twice. Last Fall he was given up for dead after no one had seen him for eight months. He finally walked out of the jungle right before the Americans withdrew. Listen to this, Sarge: They tried to talk to him, and he hasn't said a word to anybody in over fourteen months. The Army finally give him a discharge last April. He's well trained and knows how to take care of himself. They suggest we use a lot of caution with him.
Cecil Grant: I don't even know why I bother with you clowns. I could of taken this sucker an hour ago. By myself. Alone.
Bubba: Mr. Bellows, the only safe way we can get him off of that island is - go down and get us a pack of bloodhounds.
Sam Bellows: Nah, Bubba. Jenny here tells me he likes that old worthless piece of ground. As far as I'm concerned, he can have this island, for as long as he wants to stay. If I ever saw one man win a war by himself, he sure did.
Sheriff Jethro Pough: [Chuckles]
[They all see the men swim to the river bank]
Sam Bellows: Well, let's help these 'heroes' out of the river.
Jenny Bellows: [turns around and sees Kyle standing in her living room, gasps] Can I help you with something?
Kyle Hanson: [points up on the wall] I didn't know your husband.
Jenny Bellows: I told my father I didn't think you did.
Jenny Bellows: There're some men coming for you. They say you're dangerous, are you dangerous?
[Kyle gets up holding a knife, walks past her]
Jenny Bellows: Wait, my dad, Mr. Bellows is with them, I can talk to him.
Kyle Hanson: They tried to lock me up. I can't handle that.
Jenny Bellows: Well don't run! Those men out there are all hunters! They're just looking to shoot at something.
Kyle Hanson: I can handle that.
Jenny Bellows: You don't talk much, do you?
Kyle Hanson: I lived in the jungle 8 months, never talked to anybody. I'd like to.
Jenny Bellows: [Kyle rides back on her dirtbike] Having fun?
[Kyle doesn't answer]
Jenny Bellows: Boy you're the most excitement to hit this county since the hurricane of '68.
Kyle Hanson: Good machine.
Jenny Bellows: Jack and I used to do a lot of riding. Then I had Bobby, I had to stop for a while, but I like to keep the bikes tuned, take them out and ride, gives me a sense of freedom. You feel that way when you ride?
Kyle Hanson: ...Yeah.