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Constance Sack: [after the interview] You know, you're not so weird. You're just another lonely man with many regrets.

Stacee Jaxx: I said time. We can go now.

Constance Sack: Final question. What happens when you realize you can't get rid of Stacee Jaxx?

Stacee Jaxx: You have no idea what it's like to be me.

Constance Sack: Well, then here's your chance. What's it like to be the Stacee Jaxx?

Senator Jasper Irving: Through precise military action, we will take the essential first step.

Janine Roth: First step? But what have we been doing for the past six years, Senator? World War II took less than five.

Senator Jasper Irving: What I can say is that this strategy has patience and determination at its core. It ensures that it puts our fighting men in spots where they can face, and fight, and kill the enemy, so that we can then go on about rebuilding that country. And if it takes ten years, that's how long we stay, we do whatever it takes.

Janine Roth: Whatever it takes.

Senator Jasper Irving: Whatever it takes.

Senator Jasper Irving: You first called me the future of my party. I'm returning the favour.

Janine Roth: It was just how I saw it eight years ago.

Senator Jasper Irving: Well, nonetheless, grateful.

Janine Roth: Considering the state of your party, how do you know the tag isn't pejorative?

Janine Roth: Why did we send 150,000 troops to a country that did not attack us, and one-tenth that number to the one that did?

Senator Jasper Irving: How many times are you people going to ask the same question?

Janine Roth: Till we get the answer.

Senator Jasper Irving: We're fighting a brand of evil that thinks the last 1,300 years of human progress is heresy punishable by violent death.

Senator Jasper Irving: In a sense we're both on the same team. We're teammates. We're both have a responsibility. You've already sold the war. Now I'm asking you to help me sell the solution.

Senator Jasper Irving: We walk, and Afghanistan reverts back to the Taliban. Only now the Taliban has metastasized into something infinitely more vicious and potent because they're now 2-0 versus superpowers. They butcher the people who helped us, who voted and were stupid enough to put their faith in our word. So call it not only the end of hope for tens of millions of Afghans, but the end of American credibility, the end of America as a force for righteousness in the world. And when we're forced to go back in a couple years, and please quote me on this, we'll be squared off against a shattered Iraq, a hopeless Afghanistan, and a nuclear Iran. How many troops are we going to need then? I guarantee you'll be adding some zeros.

Brian Flanagan: If Jordan gives birth to a fine Irish son,There be Cocktails and Dreams for him one day to run.A business that shall yield a financial windfall...

Uncle Pat: It better!

Brian Flanagan: [laughs] To be franchised in every suburban shopping mall.Now, if a daughter arrives to bless our clan,I guess the shit will certainly hit the fan.But this I shall promise to thee:I'll never let her marry a guy like me.Still if our child is the naughtiest of girls or the wildest of young men,I swear I'll be the best dad I can.And never ever get spooked again.

Brian Flanagan: Days get shorter and shorter, nights longer and longer, before you know it, your life is just one long night with a few comatose daylight hours.

Brian Flanagan: I am the world's last barman poet! I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails I make.America is getting stinking on something I stir or shake.The Sex On The Beach...the Schnapps made from peach!The Velvet Hammer...the Alabama Slammer!I make things with juice and froth, the Pink Squirrel...the 3 Toed Sloth.I make drinks so sweet and snazzy, the Iced Tea...the Kamikazi!The Orgasm...the Death Spasm.The Singapore Sling...the Ding a Ling.America you're just devoted to every flavor I've got, but if you want to get loaded...why don't you just order a shot!Bar's open!!

Brian Flanagan: Everything ends badly, otherwise, it would never end.

Barry Seal: [Dana Sibota walks in] Did you all know that Caddies have more trunk space than any other car? I'll give each and every one of you a Caddy for your troubles, Because I'm going to walk out of here and there ain't a damn thing any one of you can do about it.

Dana Sibota: He's free to go.

DEA Agent Winter: [the officers unlock the cuffs from Barry's wrists] Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.

Barry Seal: You boys should have taken the Caddies.

Jorge Ochoa: [Barry heads upstairs and into Ochoa's office] Come on up. Thank you for coming to see me.

Barry Seal: Sir, I… I think there’s been some sort of mistake here, because I… These fellas just picked me up at the airport, and…

Jorge Ochoa: [asks politely in Spanish] No, no. No mistake. Just, please, have a seat. Coffee, Mr. Seal?

Barry Seal: You know my name?

Jorge Ochoa: You’re the gringo who flies to Central America every week taking pictures very low with your fancy plane.

Barry Seal: [recording his last confession on video tape before his assassination] You know I guess you could say I helped build an army, defend a country and create the biggest drug cartel this world has ever seen. DEA, CIA, White House. I mean, it's been a hell of an adventure. Yes sometimes a little more than I bargained for. But goddamn, you try telling me that this ain't the greatest country in the world?

Barry Seal: I'm the gringo who always delivers.

Oona: I'll do what you ask if you'll kiss me, Jack.

Jack: [pecks her quickly on the cheek] Easy enough.

Oona: You call that a kiss? Am I not sweet?

Jack: Sweeter than bee pollen on summer wind.

Oona: [taking the form of Lili] Sweet as the wind that blows me to you!

Screwball: It's fairy magic!

Jack: Lili? Lili!

Oona/Lili: Yes, Jack?

Jack: This isn't real.

Oona/Lili: Oh, but it is! I'm warn and alive and want to be in your arms.

Jack: [hesitating] No, I can't! No. It's just more fairy glamor. Human hearts don't work that way.

Oona: What care I for human hearts, soft and spiritless as porridge? A fairy's heart beats fierce and free!

Meg: [sees Jack] Foul tasting fairy! Come to Meg, juicy boy! Who be this tender morsel to disturb Meg Muckelbones's rest?

Jack: Jack. They call me Jack ma'am.

Meg: Jack! What a fine, fat boy you are, Jack!

Jack: You don't really mean to eat me, do you Ma'am?

Meg: Oh, indeed I do!

Jack: That would be a shame, because someone as fair and lovely as yourself Miss Meg, deserves far better than scrawny me. Don't you think?

Meg: You think me fair, do you Jack?

Jack: [[angels; [beauty] All the heavenly ] must envy your ]!

Meg: What a fine meal you will make, be the rest of you as sweet as your tongue!

Jack: [[soul] No wait! Fill your ] with loveliness! Feast on the beauty of your reflection. You are an angel miss Meg. Look!

Meg: Clever boy.

Lili: [[kiss] Are you afraid to ] me Jack?

Jack: [[heart] I'm afraid you'll break my ].

Lili: [[life] Then still your heart. You're dear to me as ] itself! Don't you wish this was our wedding ring?

Jack: If I say yes, will my wish come true?

Lili: [throws the ring in a lake] I'm a princess. It's my right to set a challenge for my suitors. I will marry whoever finds this ring!

Lili: Who says so?

Jack: [[soul] It is known, Lili. These are sacred animals. You risk your immortal ].

Lili: I only wanted to touch one. Where is the harm in that?

Jack: I trust you, Lili. I'll always trust you.

Ethan Hunt: [to Ilsa] You were just doing your job. That's all we're going to say about it.

Ethan Hunt: That missing plane was carrying the Secretary of the World Bank. The fire bankrupted a global arms corporation. That wreck triggered a civil war. These are no accidents. They're links in a chain, the work of a single organization - the Syndicate. A rogue nation, trained to do what we do, with a new purpose. To destroy the system that created them, regardless of who's in their way.

Ethan Hunt: Welcome to Vienna, Benji. Miss me?

Ron Kovic: What are we gonna do now?

Charlie: Fuck em.

Ron Kovic: Yeah. Sure. How are we gonna get outta here?

Charlie: Fuck em all. Fuck the whores. Fuck the cab drivers... fuck Mexico. Fuck Nixon, fuck Vietnam, fuck'em all.

Ron Kovic: Yeah, Charlie, but how are we gonna get outta here?

Charlie: They made me kill babies, man. Little gook babies. You ever have to kill a baby?

Ron Kovic: Yeah, O.K. come on, we gotta get back to the villa.

Charlie: [drawing closer] FUCK YOU!

Ron Kovic: Gotta get back to the villa.

Charlie: What do you mean "ok"?! What do you mean "ok"? You ever have to kill a baby, you ever have to kill a little gook baby?!!

Ron Kovic: [wheels away] What the fuck do you know what I did!!

Charlie: I didn't think so. I didn't think so, you're full of shit.

Ron Kovic: No, you are! The fuck? Leave me the fuck alone. You're nuts, you know that? You're nuts. The fuckin sun is goin down! what do you know what the fuck comes out here at night? We gotta get outta here.

Charlie: [again drawing closer] Don't shit me, Kovic. You never killed a baby. You never HAD to kill a baby because... you never put your soul into that war. You never put your soul on the line, man!

Ron Kovic: How do you know? How the fuck do you know? maybe I killed babies. Maybe I killed more babies than you did, you FUCK! Maybe I killed a whole bunch a babies, but I don't talk about it! I don't have to talk about it.(wheels away)

Charlie: Why not? Wh-Why the fuck not? What do you think you are- better than anybody else? You a hero is that it?

Ron Kovic: Fuck you!

Charlie: Maybe you got a whole bunch'a fuckin medals, but deep down you know you're full of shit. You never fought that war. YOU WEREN'T EVEN THERE, MAN!

Ron Kovic: (Stops. Turns back, enraged) What the fuck did you mean "I wasn't there", man? What did you mean?

Charlie: What the fuck are you hidin from?

Ron Kovic: I'm not the one that's hidin'. You're the one that's hidin'- down here in Mexico- you're the one that's hidin'! What are you hidin from you whiny fuck!

Charlie: Don't shit me. You never killed anybody or anything, did ya, Kovic? Did ya?

Ron Kovic: Did you?!

Charlie: DID YA?!!!

Ron Kovic: Did you?!

Charlie: Ya ever look at yourself in the fuckin mirror?

Ron Kovic: Did you?

Charlie: Fuck you.

Ron Kovic: You.

Charlie: No. You! FUCK YOU!!!

Ron Kovic: No, FUCK YOU!!

Ron Kovic: [to a news camera, outside the 1972 Republican Convention] Do you hear me? Can I break through your complacency? Can I have an inch... a moment of your compassion for the human beings that are suffering in this war? Do you hear me when I say this war is a crime? When I say I am not as bitter about my wound as the men who have lied to the people of this country? Do you hear me?

Ron Kovic: Why do they want to hide us? Why won't they let the veterans of that war speak tonight? Because they don't wanna know, they don't wanna see us. They wanna hide us because they've lied and cheated to us for so long - but we're not gonna run away and hide anymore. We're gonna win because we love this country. We love this country more than they could ever know. We fought for it. We gave our bodies because we loved it and believed everything it stood for, and tonight we're ashamed of it. And we've come from all the little towns, thousands of us to get this country back again; to make it whole again. Truth, honesty, integrity - this is the lost American dream here tonight, and we're gonna take it back!

Ron Kovic: We're never, never gonna let the people of the United States forget that war, because the moment we do, there's gonna be another war, and another, and another. That's why we're gonna be there for the rest of our lives telling you that the war happened - it wasn't just some nightmare - it happened, and you're not gonna sweep it under the rug because you didn't like the ratings, like some television show. This wheelchair, our wheelchairs, this steel, our steel is your Memorial Day on wheels, we are your Yankee Doodle Dandy coming home...

Republican delegate: [spits in Ron's face] Traitor!

Ron Kovic: Is that what we get? Spit in the face! I've got as much right to be here as any of these delegates. I fought for that right. You're not gonna stop me! You're not gonna shut me up! I'm gonna remind you of this war for the rest of my life so what happened there never happens again!

Ron Kovic: [confessing that he had accidentally killed their son in Vietnam] I'm sorry, I just had to come here to tell you. I've been afraid for years to come here and tell you. But, I've lived with this long enough. I can't live with it anymore... I can't bring him back. Forgive me... I want to live. I want to go on with my life. I'm sorry, but that's what happened. That's the way it happened, and I can't change a thing.

Mrs. Wilson: We understand, Ron. We understand the pain you've been going through.

Mr. Wilson: We understand, son, we do understand the way...these things happen... in war.

Jamie Wilson: What's done is done, sir. I can't ever forgive you... but maybe the Lord can.

Mr. Kovic: Ronnie, I think you should go. What can I do Ronnie? What do you want?

Ron Kovic: [starts crying] I want to be a man again. Who's going to love me, Dad? Who's ever going to love me? Who's going to love me?

Mrs. Kovic: What happened in that war? What happened to you? You need help, Ronnie, you need help.

Ron Kovic: No, you need help! All your God and your bullshit dreams about me!

Mrs. Kovic: [She starts telling the other children to go to bed] You'll wake the whole neighborhood.

Ron Kovic: YOU ARE ASHAMED OF ME! You're EMBARRASSED by me.

Tommy Kovic: Please, Mom, let me talk to him.

Mrs. Kovic: You go to bed!

Ron Kovic: FUCK YOU!

Mr. Kovic: Don't you talk to your mother like that!

Mrs. Kovic: [Comes back to Ron's room, enraged; Smacks Ron's face a couple of times and leaves; Ron strolls after her] What did you say to me?! WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME??

Ron Kovic: FUCK YOU!!!

Mr. Kovic: Ronnie, that's ENOUGH!

Mrs. Kovic: You're gonna wake the whole neighborhood!

Ron Kovic: OH, WAKE EM UP! TELL THEM! CUSACKS, CAMELLETTIS, WALSHES!! You tell them all! Tell them what they did to me. What they did to this country.

Mrs. Kovic: [To Mr. Kovic] They're gonna call the police this time

Ron Kovic: We went to Vietnam to stop communism!... We shot women and children!

Mrs. Kovic: You didn't shoot women and children! What are you saying?

Ron Kovic: That was the war, communism, the insidious evil! They told us to go.

Mrs. Kovic: Yes, yes that's what they told us.

Ron Kovic: Thou shalt not kill, Mom. Thou shalt not kill women and children! Thou shalt not kill! Remember? Isn't that what you taught us? Isn't that what they taught us?

Mrs. Kovic: Stop it! Stop it!

Ron Kovic: But they're the evil, Mom. They're the ones we should be fighting. They lied to me growing up, they lied to all of us, but it's not gonna work anymore. Not for you... for me... for anybody else.

Mrs. Kovic: Stop it, stop it! As long as you're in this house, you will not talk that way. Eli, please stop him.

Mr. Kovic: Ron, come on now... you made your point, now stop.

Ron Kovic: No, I haven't made my point. Tell her, Dad. They're killing everybody now.

Mrs. Kovic: I didn't force you to go!!

Ron Kovic: YES, YOU DID! YES, YOU DID!!! It's all falling apart, Mom! King. Kennedy. Kent State. We all lost the war, Mom. Fucking Communism won! It's all for nothing!

Mrs. Kovic: That is not true, Ronnie.

Ron Kovic: What do you know, Ma? WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!?

Tommy Kovic: Ron.

Ron Kovic: [Unzips his pants and sticks his hand in] What? Tell her, Tommy. You tell her, Dad! Tell her it's all a lie! It's a fucking lie! Tell her God's as dead as my legs. There's no God and there's no country. It's just me... and this fucking wheelchair for the rest... of my life. It's just me and this... dead... penis.

Mrs. Kovic: [Hysterically disgusted] OH MY GOD! RONNIE!!

Mr. Kovic: Don't, Ronnie! Not with the catheter! For God sake!

Ron Kovic: DEAD... PENIS!

Mrs. Kovic: Oh, GOD! Eli, I can't take this anymore.

Mr. Kovic: [Notices the children] Go to your rooms. Go to your ROOMS!

Mrs. Kovic: [To Ron] THE HELL WITH YOU!!!

Ron Kovic: In church they said that it's a sin if you play with your penis, I wish I could.

Mrs. Kovic: Don't say "penis" in this house!

Ron Kovic: Penis!

Mrs. Kovic: Stop!

Ron Kovic: Penis! Big fucking erect penis, MA!

Mrs. Kovic: STOOOOOOP!!

Ron Kovic: PENIS! PENIIIIIIIIIS!!!

Mrs. Kovic: [Praying in tears] Lord, he won't let go, what do I do?

Ron Kovic: [Notices his mother sits down crying, and he, too, is in tears; Softens] I really don't have time to learn to use it. It's gone in some jungle. Some fucking jungle over there. It's just gone. I'm sorry it happened this way. I'm sorry if you're sad, Mom. I'm so sorry you're sad. I'm sorry.

Ron Kovic: When I was in the hospital, I thought, "Yeah, this makes sense.

Timmy Burns: What makes sense?

Ron Kovic: Because I failed, Timmy.

Timmy Burns: What are you talking about?

Ron Kovic: Because I - I killed some - people; I made some terrible - mistakes!

Timmy Burns: Oh, for Christ's sake, Ronnie, we all made mistakes. I mean, you - you had no choice. That's something that those goddamn pansy demonstrators ain't never gonna understand! Now, you don't even have to talk about it, Ronnie; I mean, it was insane over there! It was crazy!

Ron Kovic: Sometimes I wish, I wish I'd - The first time I got hit, I was shot in the foot. I could have laid down, I mean - who gives a fuck now if I was a hero or not? I was paralyzed, castrated that day; why? It was all so - stupid! I'd have my dick and my balls now, and some days, Timmy - some days I think I'd give everything I believe in - everything I got, all my values, just to have my body back again, just to be whole again. But I'm not whole; I never will be, and that's - that's the way it is, isn't it?

Timmy Burns: [after a slight pause] For Christ's sake, Ronnie, it's your birthday. You're alive. You made it! Smile.

Steve Boyer: You could start out as a cashier... and then work your way up to becoming a manager of one of these places - just like your dad.

Ron Kovic: I get $1700 a month from the government. I think I'm just going to lay low, and look around...

Steve Boyer: [dismissively] That's charity money, Ronnie; this isn't.

Ron Kovic: Charity?

Steve Boyer: All I'm saying is that you got to - you got to put the war behind you, you know; you got to forget about this chair you're in!

Ron Kovic: [leans forward] Sometimes, Stevie, I think people, they know you're back from Vietnam, and their face - changes: the eyes, the voice, the way they look at you, you know.

Steve Boyer: I know what you mean, Ronnie, but people here - they don't give a shit about the war! Yeah! To them it's just a million miles away. It's all bullshit, anyway. I mean, the government sold us a bill of goods and we bought it, and got the shit kicked out of us, and for what, huh?

Ron Kovic: What do you mean, "we," Stevie? You were in college, man.

Steve Boyer: [shrugs his shoulders; pause] You bought that Communist bullshit, Ronnie. Yeah, they were going to take over the world, you remember that? Fenelli, you, Walsh - the whole town was devastated. For what? For lies, for bullshit lies?

Ron Kovic: They burned the flag and they demonstrated against us; it's on the cover of the paper today. They have no respect. They have no idea what's going on over there, Mom - the men that are sacrificing their lives. People are dying every day over there, and nobody back here even seems to care. It's a bunch of goddamn shit if you ask me!

Mrs. Kovic: Ronnie, don't take the Lord's name in vain - not in front of the children. I agree with everything you say!

Ron Kovic: I served my country - and they just want to take from it - just take, take! Love it or leave it, that's what I think.

Ron Kovic: [attempting to walk in the hospital; drags himself forward] Am I good? Hey, am I good?

Willie: Man, you're one crazy Marine, Kovic - so gung-ho and everything, but you don't know shit about what's really happenin in this country.

Ron Kovic: Fuck you, Willie.

Willie: I'm serious man. It ain't about burnin the flag and Vietnam, man. While we fight for rights over there, we ain't got no rights at home. It's about Detroit and Newark, man. It's about racism, man.

Ron Kovic: Is that right?

Willie: Because you can't get no job at home. Vietnam is a white man's war, a rich man's war.

Ron Kovic: [contemptuously] Where's my money?

Willie: I'm serious, man, you gotta read some books. There's a revolution going on, Kovic. Brothers are gettin it together, and if you ain't part of the solution, man, then you're part of the problem.

Ron Kovic: [Washington arrives] Washington?! Washington! I've been laying in my own shit for the last three hours. I've been pushing my call button and nobody comes. Why can't I have a bath? Why can't the sheets be changed in this goddamn place? Why can't the vomit be wiped off the goddamn floor once in a while?

Nurse Washington: Don't you raise your voice to me Mr. Kovic, you watch your mouth.

Ron Kovic: Look at my leg. It's twice as big as it ever was. When are you people gonna help me? Where's the doctor? I need to see the doctor- I need to see him now!

Nurse Washington: He's not available now. He's too busy.

Ron Kovic: He's always too busy.

Marvin: What's eating you now, Kovic? You going off the deep end?

Ron Kovic: [grabbing Marvin; slaps the valium hypodermic out of the nurse's hand] Fucking shit! What do I have to do to make you people listen to me? I wanna be treated like a fucking human being! I don't want this fucking shit! You wanna keep me drugged all the time so I don't know what's going on. This place is a fuckin slum!

Marvin: You want out of here, man? Fine. We take that leg of yours, and we can get you out of here in two weeks!

Ron Kovic: I want my leg.

Marvin: Why?

Ron Kovic: I want my leg!

Marvin: Why? You can't feel it no how!

Ron Kovic: [incredulous and angry] It's my leg! I want my leg, you understand? Can't you understand that? All's I'm sayin is that I want to be treated like a human being! I fought for my country! I am a Vietnam veteran! I fought for my country!

Patient: [off-camera] Shut the fuck up!

Ron Kovic: And I think that I deserve to be treated...d- decent!

Marvin: Vietnam? Vietnam don't mean nothing to me man, or any of these other people. You can take your Vietnam and shove it up your ass.

Doctor: [pause] We want to make one thing very clear to you, Ron. The possibility of your ever walking again is minimal... almost impossible. You're a T6 - paralyzed from the mid-chest down. Probably... you'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Ron Kovic: Well, doctor...

Doctor: Hmm?

Ron Kovic: Doctor, will I ever be able to - to have children?

Doctor: [pause] No. No, but we have a good psychologist. He's helped a lot of people.

Ron Kovic: I'll walk again.

Doctor: No you won't...

Ron Kovic: No, I know I'll walk again!

Doctor: No, let me tell you something, Ron. You will never walk again.

Chaplain: How are you?

Ron Kovic: [weakly] Tell them - they have to operate on me. There's something wrong with me.

Chaplain: [pause] The doctors are real busy right now. There's a lot of wounded here today. No time for anything except trying to stay alive, so you got to try and stay alive, okay? You hear me? Try and stay alive. I've come to give you your last rites. Are you ready?

Ron Kovic: [weakly] Yeah.

Chaplain: I am the Resurrection and the Life. He who believes in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, and whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. You brought nothing into this world, and it is certain that you will take nothing out of it. The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Mrs. Kovic: [entering Ron's room, beaming; gently pats his shoulder] Ronnie, Ronnie, you're doing the right thing! Communism has to be stopped! It's God's will that you go, and I'm proud of you. Just be careful, that's all.

Ron Kovic: Don't you know what it means to me to be a Marine, Dad? Ever since I was a kid I've wanted this - I've wanted to serve my country - and I want to go. I want to go to Vietnam - and I'll die there if I have to.

Ron Kovic: Why did the Russians beat us into space, Dad?

Mr. Kovic: Well, the Russians, they don't even bother feeding their people. They put all their money into weapons and things like that.

Ron Kovic: But we're supposed to be the best, right, Dad?

Mr. Kovic: You bet we are, but we've been pretty stupid too. We put the Russians back on their feet after World War II and they took Hungary, Poland, half of Europe - and they still want more.

Mrs. Kovic: Communism is an insidious evil, Ronnie. They don't believe in God and if we don't watch out, they're gonna take over this country someday.

Ron Kovic: But don't people know? Why don't we stop them? We're supposed to be the best. We can't let them take over our country, Dad, what's wrong?

Mr. Kovic: Well, people are scared of em... I think everybody's scared of em these days.

Ron Kovic: I'm not. I'm not scared of em! I hate the Communists. I really hate them. We're gonna come back and beat them someday.

Ron Kovic: [to Charlie] I had a mother; I had a father, things - things that made sense. Do you remember things that made sense? Things you could count on? Before we all got so lost? What are we gonna do, Charlie? What am I gonna do?

Ron Kovic: It's my leg! I want my leg, you understand? Can't you understand that? All's I'm sayin is that I want to be treated like a human being! I fought for my country! I am a Vietnam veteran! I fought for my country!

Ron Kovic: People say that if you don't love America, then get the hell out. Well, I love America.

Ron Kovic: [to a news camera, outside the 1972 Republican Convention] I'm here tonight to say that this war is wrong, that this society lied to me, lied to my brothers. They've deceived the people of this country, tricked them into going 13,000 miles to fight a war against a poor, peasant people who have a proud history of resistance, who have been struggling for their own independence for 1,000 years - the Vietnamese people. I can't find the words to express, and the leadership of this government sickens me. People say that if you don't love America, then get the hell out. Well, I love America. We love the people of America very much, but when it comes to the government, it stops right there. The government is a bunch of corrupt thieves, they are rapists and robbers. And we are here to say that we don't have to take it anymore. We are here to say that we are here to tell the truth; they are killing our brothers in Vietnam! We want them to hear the truth tonight!

Ron Kovic: I want a woman, Dad. I want somebody to love me. I wanna to be free again. I wanna walk in the backyard on the grass. I wanna put my bare feet in the ocean. I wanna run along the sand and feel it on my feet. I wanna stand up in the shower with the hot water streaming down my legs, in the morning... I wanna explode, Dad. I wanna get out of this fucking body I'm in. I wanna be a man again...I just wanna be a man again.

Joel Goodson: [voiceover] My name is Joel Goodson. I deal in human fulfillment. I grossed over eight thousand dollars in one night. Time of your life, huh kid?

Joel Goodson: [about Lana] It was great the way her mind worked: No guilt, no doubts, no fear. None of my specialties. Just this shameless pursuit of immediate material gratification. What a capitalist! She told me I could make more money in one night than I'd make all year. Enough to pay for my father's car. She told me she'd be my girlfriend. She told me a lot of things. I believed them all. So, she introduced me to her friends. I introduced her to my friends.

Joel Goodson: It seems to me that if there were any logic to our language, trust would be a four letter word.

Joel Goodson: [voiceover] The dream is always the same. Instead of going home, I go to the neighbors'. I ring, but nobody answers. The door is open, so I go inside. I'm looking around for the people, but nobody seems to be there. And then I hear the shower running, so I go upstairs to see what's what. Then I see her; this... girl, this incredible girl. I mean, what she's doing there I don't know, because she doesn't live there... but it's a dream, so I go with it. "Who's there?" she says. "Joel," I say. "What are you doing here?" "I don't know what I'm doing here; what are you doing here?" "I'm taking a shower," she says. Then I give her: "You want me to go?" "No," she says; "I want you to wash my back." So now, I'm gettin enthusiastic about this dream. So I go to her, but she's hard to find through all the steam and stuff; I keep losing her. Finally I get to the door... and I... find myself in a room full of kids taking their college boards. I'm over three hours late; I've got two minutes to take the whole test. I've... just made a terrible mistake. I'll never get to college. My life is ruined.

David Aames: I am a pleasure delayer.

David Aames: I don't care if God calls, I'm very, very busy.

David Aames: You keep the relationship casual, until the absolute breaking point. And then one evening or afternoon or morning, it could be months from now. Well, you know how it works

David Aames: A new form of me began to take shape. I planned my reemergence, like the Normandy invasion. (Sofia, Sofia...) I'll just say it - I did my homework. I read every memo. Thomas Tipp was right: People will read again.

David Aames: [[w:Jack Daniels|Jack Daniels; [w:Frank Sinatra|Frank Sinatra] You're not blind. You're drinking ], and when you drink Jack, you start in with that... ], she shot me down, give me a cigarette, "King of Sad" thing.

David Aames: I want to live a real life... I don't want to dream any longer.

David Aames: I wanna wake up! Tech support! It's a nightmare! Tech support! Tech support!

David Aames: These? These are more than headaches. These are steel plates slicing through my every thought.

David Aames: Doc, once you've been driven off a bridge at 80 miles an hour, somehow you don't invite happiness in without a full body search.

David Aames: Look at us. I'm frozen, and you're dead. And I love you.

David Aames: I remember. Somebody died. It was me.

David Aames: I lost you when I got in that car. I'm sorry.

David Aames: Good. Because for a minute there I thought we were talking about A FUCKING MASK!!!

David Aames: The little things... there's nothing bigger, is there?

David Aames: That smile's gonna be the end of me.

David Aames: My dreams are a cruel joke. They taunt me. Even in my dreams, I'm an idiot who knows he's about to wake up to reality. If I could only avoid sleep. But I can't. I try to tell myself what to dream. I try to dream that I am flying. Something free. It never works...

David Aames: Isn’t that what being young is about, believing secretly that you would be the one person in the history of man that would live forever?

David Aames: I dug her completely. Some how I'd found the last semi-guy less girl in New York City.

David Aames: [[w:21st century|21st century; [w:McDonald's|McDonald's; [w:TV Digest|the TV Digest] Primer on David Aames Senior. My father wasn't built for the ]. He never went to ], not once. He never watched television, and yet... his biggest magazine is still ]. He and my mother threw the grandest parties of the literary world. Ballooned. Jumped out of airplanes. He sought adventure. His autobiography is the manual... for every cutthroat publisher in New York City.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: You are alive because you were chosen.

Nick Morton: Chosen? By what?

Dr. Henry Jekyll: Evil. The ultimate evil.

Dr. Henry Jekyll: Welcome to Prodigium, Mr. Morton. From the latin "Monstrum vel prodigium," a warning of monsters. Forgive the state of things, we had very little time to prepare for our guest, and only the information Jennifer provided to go on. In truth she works for us, it's not an exact science this business.

Nick Morton: And the business being...?

Dr. Henry Jekyll: Evil, Mr. Morton. Recognize, contain, examine, destroy.

Sergeant Johnson: We're going to die here because of you!

Nick Morton: Just let me think!

Sergeant Johnson: What!?

Nick Morton: I'm thinking...

Sergeant Johnson: What are you thinking!?

Nick Morton: I'm thinking we're probably going to die here.

Sergeant Johnson: I knew it!

Jenny Halsey: You are a good man.

Nick Morton: You don't know that.

Jenny Halsey: Yes, I do. There's good man inside of you fighting to come out. You saved my life. You gave me the only parachute without thinking.

Nick Morton: [taken aback] I thought there was another one.

Nick Morton: You're welcome, by the way.

Jenny Halsey: How's that?

Nick Morton: [pointing out at the desert] Because I saved your...whatever-it-is.

Jenny Halsey: That was safely hidden for 5,000 years before you dropped a Hellfire missile on it.

Mitch McDeere: I got mine, Wayne, you get the rest of them.

Wayne Tarrance: Get em with what? Overbilling, mail fraud? Oh, that's exciting.

Mitch McDeere: It's not sexy, but it's got teeth! Ten thousand dollars and five years in prison. That's ten and five for each act. Have you really looked at that? You've got every partner in the firm on overbilling. There's two hundred fifty acts of documented mail fraud there. That's racketeering! That's minimum one thousand, two hundred fifty years in prison and half a million dollars in fines. That's more than you had on Capone.

Wayne Tarrance: Man, I don't understand you. What'd you do it for? You didn't win a thing.

Mitch McDeere: Oh, yes I did. I won my life back. YOU don't run me, and THEY don't run me!

Mitch McDeere: Did I lose you?

Abby McDeere: You look tired.

Mitch McDeere: Did I?

Abby McDeere: I've loved you all my life. Even before we met. Part of it wasn't even you. It was just a promise of you. But these last days... You kept your promise. How could you lose me?

Mitch McDeere: Are you saying my life is in danger?

Denton Voyles: I am saying that your life as you know it is over.

Mitch McDeere: Let me get this straight: you want me to steal files from the firm, turn them over to the FBI, send my colleagues to jail...

Wayne Tarrance: They roped you into this.

Mitch McDeere: Breach attorney-client privilege, thus getting myself disbarred for life, then testify in open court against the Mafia...

Wayne Tarrance: Well, unfortunately, Mitch...

Mitch McDeere: Let me ask you something: are you out of your fucking mind?

Wayne Tarrance: How about you get down on your knees and kiss my ass for not indicting you as a co-conspirator right now, you chickenshit little Harvard cocksucker?

Mitch McDeere: I haven't done anything, and you know it!

Wayne Tarrance: Who gives a fuck? I'm a federal agent! You know what that means, you lowlife motherfucker? It means you've got no rights, your life is mine! I could kick your teeth down your throat and yank them out your asshole, and I'm not even violating your civil rights!

Mitch McDeere: You are Agent Wayne Tarrance.

Wayne Tarrance: Yeah, you’re goddamn right I am. Maybe local cops can’t…

Avery Tolar: Do you think I'm talking about breaking the law?

Mitch McDeere: No, I'm just trying to figure out how far you want it bent.

Avery Tolar: As far as you can without breaking it.

Mitch McDeere: What led you to law school?

Avery Tolar: It's so far back I don't think I can remember.

Mitch McDeere: Sure you can, Counsellor.

Avery Tolar: I used to caddy for lawyers and their wives on summer weekends. I looked at those long tan legs and just knew I had to be a lawyer. The wives had long tan legs, too.

Mitch McDeere: Anything I can do for you?

Ray McDeere: Sure. Get me out of here.

Mitch McDeere: Where to?

Ray McDeere: Anywhere I can see a whole lot of sky. I get through the days, I even eat the food. It's amazing how much you miss the sky.

Ray McDeere: How'd you land a job like that with a brother in the slammer?

Ray McDeere: I get it. Don't worry, I'd probably have done the same thing.

Mitch McDeere: You're always there for me, Ray...

Ray McDeere: I'd have done the same thing. You think I want to tell the guys around here that I got a brother at Harvard?

Mitch McDeere: Hey Ray, wouldn't it be funny if I went to Harvard, you went to jail and we both ended up surrounded by crooks.

Mitch McDeere: You want to know something funny? I discovered the law again. You actually made me think about it. I managed to go through three years of law school without doing that.

Charlie Babbitt: What you have to understand is, four days ago he was only my brother in name. And this morning we had pancakes.

Nathan Algren: [presents a sword] This is Katsumoto's sword. He would have wanted you to have it, that the strength of the Samurai be with you always.

Omura: Enlightened One, we weep for Katsumoto, but...

Algren: He hoped with his last breath that you would remember the ancestors who held this sword and what they died for.

Omura: [as Emperor Meiji receives the sword] Your Highness...

Emperor Meiji: You were with him, at the end?

Algren: [bows] Hai.

Omura: [in English] Emperor. This man fought against you!

Algren: Your Highness, if you believe me to be your enemy, command me and I will gladly take my life.

Meiji: [ponders Algren's words and stands up; looks at sword] I dreamed of a unified Japan, of a country strong and independent and modern. And now we have railroads and cannon, Western clothing. But we cannot forget who we are, or where we come from. Ambassador Swanbeck, I have concluded that your treaty is NOT in the best interests of my people.

Ambassador Swanbeck: Sir, if I may...

Meiji: So sorry, but you may not.

Swanbeck: [angrily storms out of the room. His aide bows to the emperor before leaving] This is an outrage!

Omura: [in Japanese] Enlightened One, we must discuss this-

Meiji: Omura, you have done quite enough.

Omura: Everything I have done, I have done for my country.

Meiji: [disbelieving Omura; Algren is seen pleased at Omura's downfall.] Then you will not mind when I seize your family's assets and present them as my gift to the people.

Omura: [furious] You disgrace me!

Meiji: [holds up Katsumoto's sword in front of Omura; Omura backs down. to Algren] If your shame is too unbearable, I offer you this sword! Tell me how he died.

Algren: I will tell you how he lived.

Katsumoto: [[w:Battle of Thermopylae|Thermopylae] What happened to the warriors at ]?

Nathan Algren: [smiling] Dead to the last man.

Nathan Algren: [narrating] Spring, 1877. This marks the longest I've stayed in one place since I left the farm at 17. There is so much here I will never understand. I've never been a church going man, and what I've seen on the field of battle has led me to question God's purpose. But there is indeed something spiritual in this place. And though it may forever be obscure to me, I cannot but be aware of its power. I do know that it is here that I've known my first untroubled sleep in many years.

Nathan Algren: Imagine someone who hates you with the utmost intensity grabbing a handful of your hair while you're lying prostrate and helpless. Then scraping the dull blade of a rusty knife across you scalp. And let your imagination grasp if you can, Mr. Graham, the effect that a strong, quick jerk on the turf of your hair to release any clinging particles would have on your nervous system.

Harry Hogge: All right. While we're still under a caution, I want you to go back out on that track and hit the pace car.

Cole Trickle: Hit the pace car?

Harry Hogge: Hit the pace car!

Cole Trickle: What for?

Harry Hogge: Because you've hit every other goddamned thing out there, I want you to be perfect!

Harry Hogge: Cole, you're wandering all over the track!

Cole Trickle: Well, this son of a bitch just slammed into me!

Harry Hogge: [Cole slams into the wall side-ways; Cole slams into another car; Cole slams into other cars and causes a multi-car crash; Harry just shakes his head in disbelief and face-palms] No, no, he didn't bump you, he didn't nudge you, he didn't slam into you, he RUBBED you. And rubbin', son, is racin'. Oh, there goes a fender. There goes a quarter-panel.

Harry Hogge: What do you know about stock car racing?

Cole Trickle: Well... watched it on television, of course.

Harry Hogge: You've seen it on television?

Cole Trickle: ESPN. The coverage is excellent, you'd be surprised at how much you can pick up.

Harry Hogge: I'm sure I would.

Cole Trickle: [After rubbin' Rowdy] Remember me?

Cole Trickle: Claire, I'm more afraid of being nothing than I am of being hurt.

Cole Trickle: Let me drive I won't make a fool out of you.

Cole Trickle: I'm droppin the hammer.

Vincent: Lady Macbeth, we're sitting here and the light's green. Leave the seats.

Max: Asshole!

Vincent: [[:w:Los Angeles|La-La Land] You no longer have the cleanest cab in ]. You gotta live with that. Focus on the job. Drive.

Vincent: [after Vincent and Max load a corpse into the cab's trunk] Let's go.

Max: Hey, why don't you just take the cab?

Vincent: Take the cab?

Max: Yeah, you take it. I'll - I'll chill. I'll - I'll just chill. They don't even know who's driving these things half the time anyway. They never check or anything. Okay... so... just - just take it. You, me...

Vincent: You promise not to tell anybody right?

Max: Yeah... yeah... yeah... Promise.

Vincent: Get in the fucking car.

Max: If you just...

Vincent: Get in the car.

Vincent: Okay, look, here's the deal. Man, you were gonna drive me around tonight, never be the wiser, but El Gordo got in front of a window, did his high dive, we're into Plan B. Still breathing? Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, shit happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it.

Max: I Ching? What are you talking about, man? You threw a man out of a window.

Vincent: I didn't throw him. He fell.

Max: Well what did he do to you?

Vincent: What?

Max: What did he do to you?

Vincent: Nothing. I only met him tonight.

Max: You just met him once and you killed him like that?

Vincent: What? I should only kill people after I get to know them? Max, six billion people on the planet, you're getting bent out of shape cause of one fat guy.

Max: Well, who was he?

Vincent: What do you care? Have you ever heard of Rwanda?

Max: Yes, I know Rwanda.

Vincent: Well, tens of thousands killed before sundown. Nobody's killed people that fast since Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Did you bat an eye, Max?

Max: What?

Vincent: Did you join Amnesty International, Oxfam, Save the Whales, Greenpeace, or something? No. I off one fat Angelino and you throw a hissy fit.

Max: Man, I don't know any Rwandans.

Vincent: You don't know the guy in the trunk, either.

Max: I can't drive you around while you're killing folks. It ain't my job!

Vincent: Tonight it is.

Max: Hey. He, he, he fell on the cab. He fell, he fell from up there on the motherfucking cab. Shit. I think he's dead.

Vincent: Good guess.

Max: You killed him?

Vincent: No, I shot him. Bullets and the fall killed him.