"[as he hunts a baboon, visibly angry at Solomon over almost getting them killed the night before] You know I once had this buddy named Maboko. We used to hunt bushmeat together as kids, huh. Baboons.Baboons, they were the hardest to catch. They're... They're cunning. Cunning creatures. Fast, strong. Got good eyesight. We'd always find them by the smell of their shit and that's how we learned to track your black terrorists in Angola: by the smell of your shit. It's not the same as a baboon's but after you skin it the flesh of a baboon isn't all that different than a man's you know. I tell you, I can track anything. [takes carcass and wipes blood off knife with leaf] Risk my life like that again and I'll peel you face back off your head. You understand?"