Lt. Aldo Raine: Well, I speak the most Italian, so I'll be your escort. Donowitz speaks the second most, so he'll be your Italian cameraman. Omar speaks third most, so he'll be Donny's assistant.
Pfc. Omar Ulmer: I don't speak Italian.
Lt. Aldo Raine: Like I said, third best. Just keep your fuckin' mouth shut. In fact, why don't you start practicing, right now!
Marianne Beausejour: Je t'aime, Mon Québécois.
"Hoot": When I go home people'll ask me, "Hey Hoot, why do you do it man? What, you some kinda war junkie?" You know what I'll say? I won't say a goddamn word. Why? They won't understand. They won't understand why we do it. They won't understand that it's about the men next to you, and that's it. That's all it is.
Christopher Morcom: Sometimes it's the very people who no one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine.
First, take a big step back… and literally, FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! I don’t know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you’re trying to pull here, but Asia Jack is my territory. So whatever you’re thinking, you’d better think again! Otherwise I’m gonna have to head down there and I will rain down an un-Godly fucking firestorm upon you! You’re gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I’m talking scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!
I don’t like soldier boys.
If you wanna pop that puppy’s can you don’t have to grease him so hard, jarhead.
Well, it sounds like you’re a man of experience.
What the hell’s that supposed to mean, grunge shit.
It means: Be advised. I’m mean, nasty and tired. I eat concertina wire and piss napalm and I can put a round in a flea’s ass at 200 meters. So why don’t you go hump somebody else’s leg, mutt face, before I push yours in.
Ain’t gonna be so smart with your balls stuffed in your mouth, jarhead!
[hands cigar to the young man]
Hang on to this, boy. I think war’s just been declared.
I’m not redneck; I’m Texan!
Taya Renae Kyle:
What’s the difference?
We ride horses, they ride their cousins.
Choose your next words carefully, Leonidas. They may be your last as king.
[to himself: thinking]
”Earth and water”?
[Leonidas unsheathes and points his sword at the Messenger’s throat]
Madman! You’re a madman!
Earth and water? You’ll find plenty of both down there.
No man, Persian or Greek, no man threatens a messenger!
You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps. You insult my queen. You threaten my people with slavery and death! Oh, I’ve chosen my words carefully, Persian. Perhaps you should have done the same!
This is blasphemy! This is madness!
This is Sparta!
[Kicks the messenger down the well]
We are on the list!
[weakly mutters something after being mortally wounded]
[leans in closer]
James, earn this… earn it.