"There are over 550 million firearms in worldwide circulation. That's one firearm for every twelve people on the planet. The only question is: How do we arm the other 11? "
Now I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots, or only five. But bein' this is a .44 magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and could blow your head clean off, you gotta ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well do ya, punk?
You missed some: "Good day, Sargeant-Major." "How do you know what kind of goddamn day it is!" "If any of you sons of bitches calls me grandpa....I'll kill ya." Sam Elliot fucking RULED that movie.
"My name is Plenty." "Of course it is." "Plenty O'Toole" "Named after your father, no doubt." "Exceptionally fine shot." "I didn't know there was a pool down there."
All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the Corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I LOVE the Corps! LET'S ROCK!!! You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them f*ing each other over for a g*damn percentage
Harry Brown: I don't reckon you've got long. Seen that before. Gut wound. The slug's probably torn right through your liver. Mate of mine in Ulster got caught in sniper fire. Bullet blew his inside out. He screamed for a good 10 minutes. We couldn't send a medic in, the section was too hot. So we all took cover... and watched him die. I've never told that... to anyone... you should've called an ambulance... for the girl...
Francis Urquhart: [aside] A politician needs a wife, and other people too regrettably. Little elves and sprites to do his bidding, even unwitting pawns who don't know who they serve... and of course one needs a sympathetic ear amongst the men and women of the press, those valiant seekers of the truth. [About the German plan to destroy the British economy by flooding the country with forged £5 notes] Major Neuheim: This could revolutionize the whole concept of war finance. It could become possible to fight a war entirely at the expense of the enemy.
Lonesome Rhodes: Rednecks, crackers, hillbillies, hausfraus, shut-ins, pea-pickers - everybody that's got to jump when somebody else blows the whistle. They don't know it yet, but they're all gonna be 'Fighters for Fuller'. They're mine! I own 'em! They think like I do. Only they're even more stupid than I am, so I gotta think for 'em. Marcia, you just wait and see. I'm gonna be the power behind the president - and you'll be the power behind me! A woman a dog and a walnut tree the more you beat'em the better they be.
Captain Murrell: I have no idea what he is, what he thinks. I don't want to know the man I'm... trying to destroy.
"Over? Whaddya mean over? It ain't over until we say it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbour? Hell no!" "German?" "Forget it, he's rolling." "And it ain't over now. Cause when the going gets tough........................the tough get going! Who's with me? What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know. Where's the spirit? Huh? Where's the guts? This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you're going to make it the worst. 'Oh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get into trouble'. Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me, I ain't taking this! Wormer? He's a dead man! Marmalard? Dead! NEEDERMEYER......" "Dead! He's right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We have to take these bastards. Now we could fight them with conventional weapons, take years and cost millions of lives. No, this time I think we need to go all out. This time there needs to be a menial, and stupid gesture done on somebodies part." "And we're just the guys to do it." "Let's do it." "LETS DO IT!!!!!!! GO! GO! GO!"
They told me there was nothing out there, nothing to fear. But the night my parents were murdered I caught a glimpse of something. I've looked for it ever since. I went around the world, searched in all the shadows. And there is something out there in the darkness, something terrifying, something that will not stop until it gets revenge . . . Me.
Mr. Pink: I'm very sorry the government taxes their tips, that's fucked up. That ain't my fault. It would seem to me that waitresses are one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. Look, if you ask me to sign something that says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it, put it to a vote, I'll vote for it, but what I won't do is play ball. And as for this non-college bullshit I got two words for that: learn to fuckin' type, 'cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent you're in for a big fuckin' surprise. Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite? Mr. White: What was that? I'm sorry, I didn't catch it. Would you repeat it? Mr. Blonde: Are you gonna bark all day, little doggy, or are you gonna bite?
George Babbitt: Besides, I'm for a free press, for free enterprise... and for whatever the hell the other freedoms are! Clean-up man: Mister, I've been converted five times. Billy Sunday, Reverend Biederwolf, Gypsy Smith, and twice by Sister Falconer. I get terrible drunk, and then I get good and saved. Both of them done me a powerful lot of good - gettin' drunk and gettin' saved. Well, good night. General James Mattoon Scott: And if you want to talk about your oath of office, I'm here to tell you face to face, President Lyman, that you violated that oath when you stripped this country of its muscles - when you deliberately played upon the fear and fatigue of the people and told them they could remove that fear by the stroke of a pen. And then when this nation rejected you, lost faith in you, and began militantly to oppose you, you violated that oath by not resigning from office and turning the country over to someone who could represent the people of the United States. Major T. J. "King" Kong: Well, boys, I reckon this is it - nuclear combat toe to toe with the Roosskies. Now look, boys, I ain't much of a hand at makin' speeches, but I got a pretty fair idea that something doggone important is goin' on back there. And I got a fair idea the kinda personal emotions that some of you fellas may be thinkin'. Heck, I reckon you wouldn't even be human bein's if you didn't have some pretty strong personal feelin's about nuclear combat. I want you to remember one thing, the folks back home is a-countin' on you and by golly, we ain't about to let 'em down. I tell you something else, if this thing turns out to be half as important as I figure it just might be, I'd say that you're all in line for some important promotions and personal citations when this thing's over with. That goes for ever' last one of you regardless of your race, color or your creed. Now let's get this thing on the hump - we got some flyin' to do. Major T. J. "King" Kong: Survival kit contents check. In them you'll find: one forty-five caliber automatic; two boxes of ammunition; four days' concentrated emergency rations; one drug issue containing antibiotics, morphine, vitamin pills, pep pills, sleeping pills, tranquilizer pills; one miniature combination Russian phrase book and Bible; one hundred dollars in rubles; one hundred dollars in gold; nine packs of chewing gum; one issue of prophylactics; three lipsticks; three pair of nylon stockings. Shoot, a fella' could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff. Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Colonel... that Coca-Cola machine. I want you to shoot the lock off it. There may be some change in there. Colonel "Bat" Guano: That's private property. Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: Colonel! Can you possibly imagine what is going to happen to you, your frame, outlook, way of life, and everything, when they learn that you have obstructed a telephone call to the President of the United States? Can you imagine? Shoot it off! Shoot! With a gun! That's what the bullets are for, you twit! Colonel "Bat" Guano: Okay. I'm gonna get your money for ya. But if you don't get the President of the United States on that phone, you know what's gonna happen to you? Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: What? Colonel "Bat" Guano: You're gonna have to answer to the Coca-Cola company.
"You don't think I see what you're trying to do here? You think I'm gonna sit here and smile while some fuckin' kike tries to fuck my mother? It's never gonna happen Murray, fuckin' forget it, not on my watch, not while I'm still in this family. I will fuckin' cut your Shylock nose off and stick it up your ass before I let that happen. Coming here and poison my family's dinner with your Jewish, Nigger-lovin', hippie bullshit. Fuck you! Fuck you! Yeah, walk out, asshole, fuckin' Kabalah reading motherfucker. Get the fuck out of my house. [showing his tattoo of a swastika] DO YOU SEE THIS!? THIS MEANS NOT WELCOME!"
"Broken nose ain't gonna kill ya, Nelson." "I wanna fuck. It's my fucking big dick. Who wants to fuck?" Daskal: Get back in the tank. Kaminski: What for? Daskal: Because I said so. Golikov: We're going home, sir. Daskal: Yeah. In the tank. Kaminski: Why can't we go home in the fucking helicopter? Daskal: Because you're tankers.
Daskal: Out of commission, become a pillbox. Out of ammo, become a bunker. Out of time, become heroes. Kelly: Well Oddball, what do you think? Oddball: It's a wasted trip baby. Nobody said nothing about locking horns with no Tigers. Big Joe: Hey look, you just keep them Tigers busy and we'll take care of the rest. Oddball: The only way I got to keep them Tigers busy is to LET THEM SHOOT HOLES IN ME! Crapgame: Hey, Oddball, this is your hour of glory. And you're chickening out! Oddball: To a New Yorker like you, a hero is some type of weird sandwich, not some nut who takes on three Tigers. Kelly: Nobody's asking you to be a hero. Oddball: No? Then YOU sit up in that turret baby. Kelly: No, because you're gonna be up there, baby, and I'll be right outside showing you which way to go. Oddball: Yeah? Kelly: Yeah. Oddball: Crazy... I mean like, so many positive waves... maybe we can't lose, you're on! Crapgame: Then make a DEAL! Big Joe: What kind of deal? Crapgame: A DEAL, deal! Maybe the guy's a Republican. "Business is business," right?
"Well, goddamnit. I'll be damned if I let some foreign, graffiti writin', soul suckin', son of a bitch in an oversized cowboy hat and boots take my friend's souls and shit 'em down the visitors toilet!"
Aileen Wuorvos: "So, I was gonna do it, and the only reason I didn't was a 5 dollar bill, I knew I'd probably given some asshole a blowjob for it, so, it really started to piss me off that if I killed myself without spending it, well then I basically sucked him off for free!"
Sam Emerson: Look at your reflection in the mirror. You're a creature of the night Michael, just like out of a comic book! You're a vampire Michael! My own brother, a goddamn, shit-sucking vampire. You wait 'till mom finds out, buddy!
"THIS...IS....SPARTA!" "Our arrows will blot out the sun." "Then we shall fight in the shade." "I would gladly kill any of my men for victory." "And I would gladly die for any of mine." "Eat hearty men, for tonight we dine in Hell!"
