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Can you dig it!

Houston, we've got a problem.

Thor!

I heard you, like, ran into these things before.

That's right.

Wow, man. So, like, what did you do?

I died.

Earth. What a shi#hole.

You're all going to die.

Q Greed is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed will save the U.S.A.!

Q When I watch you eat, when I see you sleep, when I look at you lately, I just want to smash your face in.

We're Americans. That means our forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world.

I'm allowing you to tag along, so why don't you give your mouth a rest.

Jupiter!

Jets!

I am Spartacus.

When the Grey Hair is dead, Magua will eat his heart. Before he dies, Magua will put his children under the knife, so the Grey Hair will know his seed is wiped out forever.

Ramming speed.

I've got a writ for you, rat. It's a rat writ writ for a rat.

I love red wine!

I kill a communist for fun, but for a green card, I gonna carve him up real nice.

That's nice talk, Ben - keep drinking. Between the 101-proof breath and the occasional bits of drool, some interesting words come out.

We're looking for people who can contribute to what England has given the world: culture, genius, sophistication. Bit more than an 'ot dog, know what I mean?

It is accomplished!

Would you mind telling me whose brain I did put in?

And you won't be angry?

I will NOT be angry.

Abby someone.

Abby someone. Abby who?

Abby Normal.

These creatures are nothing but pure, motorized instinct. We must not be lulled by the concept that these are our family members or our friends. They are not. They will not respond to such emotions. ...They must be destroyed on sight!

There are no new steps!

What would you have done if you had been given absolute power of life and death over everyone else in the whole wide world?

I won't speak of disgusting things because they disgust me!

There are no heroes anymore, Bishop. Just men who follow orders.

You throw quite a party. I didn't realize they celebrated Christmas in Japan.

Hey, we're flexible. Pearl Harbor didn't work out so we got you with tape decks.

At this festive time of year, Mr. Scrooge, it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time.

Why?

Should we be flying this close to the mountains?

Get off welfare!

Are you gonna do something, or just stand there and bleed?

Even if we had the guns, we know how to plant and grow, we don't know how to kill.

Then learn, or die!

And if we don't drop these bombs right in the pickle barrel there are going to be a lot of innocent people killed.

What's the difference? They're all Nazis!

This may never be read. But what the hell.

Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk.

You're all a bunch of fuckin' slaves!

(narrating)This notion is not a new one but this time it is a definite plan which we intend to carry out. We have worked it out carefully and are both thrilled by the idea. Naturally we feel a trifle nervous, but the pleasure of anticipation is great.

I bring greetings from your friends the British and from the great Lord Chelmsford.

And what do your masters say?

They are angry and send these demands. They say that you rule in old ways that are wrong; that you kill your people without trial. The Great White Queen herself cannot kill her lowliest subject, though she rules forty lands, each greater than all of Zululand.

Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, Why have you done this to me?" And the snake answered, "Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake.”

It's getting dangerous to be poor in this country.

If I have any more fun today I don't think I can take it!

We're about to do a job, in Italy, and the only way we're gonna do it is by working together and that means doing everything I say.

I can speak two languages. American and English.

Where you from, son?

Omaha, sir.

By this time next year pigeons are going to be crapping on statues of you across the whole damn state of Nebraska.

I'd say the odds against a successful escape are about 100 to one. But may I add another word, Colonel? The odds against survival in this camp are even worse.

Do not speak to me of rules. This is war! This is not a game of cricket!

Stuffy, huh? I'll give it some air.

A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.

Now, once more, I must ride with my knights to defend what was, and the dream of what could be!

Young men make wars and the virtues of war are the virtues of young men: courage and hope for the future. Then old men make the peace, and the vices of peace are the vices of old men: mistrust and caution.

You can't fight in here, this is the War Room!

I must be crazy to be in a loony bin like this.

I think that when statesmen forsake their own private conscience for the sake of their public duties, they lead their country by a short route to chaos.

Any fool with a dick can make a baby, but only a real man can raise his children.

There are children here somewhere. I can smell them.

I am my father's daughter. I'm not afraid of anything.

Hell is only a word. The reality is much, much worse.

Frank, if somebody requested "Chopsticks," you'd ask for the sheet music.

I guess they'd rather be alive than free. Poor dumb bastards.

I wasn't speaking to you, Mr. Krendler. When I speak to you, you'll know it because I'll look at you.

Be advised I eat concertina wire and piss napalm, I can put a round through a flea's ass at 300 yards.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.

The public doesn't give a damn about integrity. A town that won't defend itself deserves no help.

There's one thing every little kid knows. Daddies mean fun; mommies mean business.

The wind whispers of fear and hate. The war has killed love. And those that confess to the Angka are punished, and no one dare ask where they go. Here, only the silent survive.

The thing that's always worried me about being one of the few is the way we keep on getting fewer.

A person has an opinion. It's only an opinion. It's never a question of right or wrong.

You must write from the depths of your soul!

I love waking up in the morning not knowing where I'm gonna go or who I'm gonna meet. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge, and now here I am, on the grandest ship in the world, having champagne with you fine people.