I don't think you understand. I didn't come to rescue Rambo from you. I came here to rescue you from him.
[clearly taken aback by Trautman's words]
Well, we all appreciate your concern Colonel, I will try to be extra careful!
You picked the wrong man to push.
[following him in]
That boy's a heart attack! He may be the best the Special Forces ever produced. Now whatever you're planning to throw at him here, he's been through a whole lot worse, in a lot worse places that this. I'm just amazed he allowed any of your posse to live.
Is that right?
Strictly speaking, he slipped up. You're lucky to be breathing.
Colonel, you came out here to find out why one of your machines blew a gasket!
You don't seem to want to accept the fact that 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! To 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!
