Sheriff: "So where you heading?"
Rambo: "Portland."
Sheriff: "Portland is south! You said you were heading north."
Rambo: "You got some place I can eat around here?"
Sheriff: "Theres a diner about thirty miles up the highway."
Rambo: "Is there a law against me getting something to eat here?"
Sheriff: "Yeah! Me!!"
Rambo: "Why you pushing me?"
Sheriff: "What'd you say?"
Rambo: "I said why you pushing me? I haven't done anything to you."
Sheriff: "First of all, you don't ask the questions around here. I do. Understand! Second, we don't want guys like you in this town, drifters. Next thing we know, we got a whole bunch of guys like you in this town. That's why! Besides, you wouldn't like it here anyway. It's just a quiet little town. In fact you might say it's boring. But that's the way we like it. I get paid to keep it that way."
Rambo: "Yeah, boring."