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.
Dr. Anton Rudolph: Already I had fixed my gaze upon him and he rose upright with breast in countenance, as if he entertained some great scorn of hell.
Kristin: Somehow, I thought it would be bigger.
