Daryle Jenkins: Guys like this only have three options: die young, life in prison, or, they start talking.
Etikettarkiv: Krig
Blecktrumman
Oskar Matzerath: There once was a drummer. His name was Oskar. He lost his poor mama, who had eat to much fish. There was once a credulous people… who believed in Santa Claus. But Santa Claus was really… the gas man! There was once a toy merchant. His name was Sigismund Markus… and he sold tin drums lacquered red and white. There was once a drummer. His name was Oskar. There was once a toy merchant… whose name was Markus… and he took all the toys in the world away with him.
Rambo III
Hamid: What's that?
Rambo: It's blue light.
Hamid: What does it do?
Rambo: It turns blue.
Rambo: First Blood Part II
Davies: You don't trust that snake, do you? He's lying.
Danny: Yeah? How do you know?
Davies: His lips were moving.
Operation Mincemeat
Ewen Montagu: But the real tribute tonight goes to Iris, my brilliant wife, who in the morning sails to less troubled shores with our nestlings in tow. Iris is wiser than Solomon, stronger than Samson, and more patient than Job. But she has to be. She's married to me.
Hacksaw Ridge
Robert Langdon: [direct] The greatest sins in human history have been committed in the name of love.
[shaking head]
Robert Langdon: No one will look on this act and call it love.
Sienna Brooks: [resigned] They'll be alive. What does it matter what they say about us?
Rules of Engagement – Krigets regler
Colonel Hayes Hodges: You ever had a pissed-off Marine on your ass?
National Security Advisor William Sokal: Is that a threat?
Colonel Hayes Hodges: Oh, yes, sir.
The Deer Hunter
Michael: A deer has to be taken with one shot. I try to tell people that but they don't listen.
The Outpost
First Lt Benjamin Keating: So how do we do our jobs and stay safe? We need to keep a good relationship with the locals. Respect keeps us safe.
Inglourious Basterds
Boss: [Over the phone] I'm not gonna yell at you. Am I yelling? No… Because you're not someone even worthy of that. Because you didn't even have the fucking courtesy to talk to me about whatever the fuck fantasy you decided to spew all over me… So, let me ask, do you want to keep this job?
Jane: Yeah.
Boss: Okay… Then send me a fucking apology.