A group of diamond thieves on the run kidnap the wife of a recently discharged marine who goes on a chase through the South Carolinian wilderness to retrieve her.

Bennett: This guy is like the terminator.
Rome: [looks in the over head mirror]
Rome: Morgan, see if you can go find the generator.
Morgan: Why me?
Rome: Why not?
Morgan: What if there's some guy up there with a hockey mask and a hatchet? Or... or a group of country ass crackers cravin' some man-love?
Rome: It'll be fun, like summer camp.
TV Service rep: [on Rome's cell] You've been approved!
Rome: Great! This include the premium channels and the sports package, right?
Kate Triton: You're home!
[kisses John]
John Triton: [after making love to her] You all right?
Kate Triton: Yeah... yeah, I just - I can't believe you're here.
[kisses him and hugs him]
Kate Triton: You know the hardest thing... about you leaving was not knowing. You know, not knowing where you were... not knowing if you're coming home... not knowing if I'm gonna get that phone call saying that you wouldn't be.
John Triton: You married a marine, Kate.
Kate Triton: I know it's not gonna be easy for you, John. We'll figure it out together.
John Triton: I'm home now and I'm not goin' anywhere.
Kate Triton: Good. And speaking of that... are you sure about starting this job tomorrow?
John Triton: Oh!
Kate Triton: I just think there's so many other things you could be doing.
John Triton: If I sat around here all day, I'd go insane.
Kate Triton: I just want you to be happy, John.
John Triton: I am happy. Come on...
[picks her up]
Kate Triton: Oh! Geez... where are we going?
John Triton: To make me happy.
[grins]
Frank: [while trying to convince Morgan to choose a Mini-Van] It's got CD, DVD... we can even get Joey to put some spinners on it.
Morgan: [looks over at Joey] Fuck you!
Frank: Or not.
Morgan: Hey man, you said there were no crocodiles in these marsh!
Bennett: Those are alligators.
Morgan: Are they hungry?
[looking at alligators eating the body]
Bennett: Not anymore!
Rome: Would somebody *please* shoot this guy?
Morgan: What does it look like we're doin'?
Rome: Missing.
Morgan: I hate cops... and rock candy.