Fury (2014) - Quotes

Taglines: War never ends quietly.

Norman Ellison: You're wounded.

Wardaddy: Sure am.

Norman Ellison: Sergeant Collier?

Wardaddy: My name's Don.

Norman Ellison: Sorry. Don?

Wardaddy: Yeah kid?

Norman Ellison: I'm scared.

Wardaddy: I'm scared too, son.

Grady Coon-Ass Travis: [To Norman] Damn, son. You're a fightin', fuckin', drinkin machine!

Wardaddy: Machine. That's it, that's your war name. I christen thee, "Machine".

Boyd Bible Swan & Trini Gordo Garcia: Machine!

Wardaddy: Good shooting.

Boyd Bible Swan: Wasn't me. I'm the instrument, not the hand. God didn't want us today. You hear me boys?

Grady Coon-Ass Travis: What's He doing up there, big pair of dice? Everyone else came up snake eyes but us?

Boyd Bible Swan: Lord's protection.

Grady Coon-Ass Travis: We got it, don't we?

Boyd Bible Swan: Yes, sir, yes sir.

Grady Coon-Ass Travis: And Norm, you mowed those fuckers down!

Boyd Bible Swan: Yeah, good shooting, Norm.

Grady Coon-Ass Travis: [bangs against turret] Welcome to the Army now. Best job I ever had!

Boyd Bible Swan: Best job I ever had!

Trini Gordo Garcia: Best job I ever had.

Norman Ellison: Best job I ever had.

Trini Gordo Garcia: Hey! Hey, start shooting!

Norman Ellison: But what do I shoot at?

Trini Gordo Garcia: The Nazis, dumb fuck!

Captain Waggoner: [On the Germans] Why don't they just quit?

Wardaddy: Would you?

Boyd Bible Swan: Wait till you see it.

Norman Ellison: See what?

Boyd Bible Swan: What a man can do to another man.

Trini Gordo Garcia: [notices Norman watching a pretty German woman at the side of the road] She'll let you fuck her for a chocolate bar.

Norman Ellison: [scoffs] That's not true.

Trini Gordo Garcia: That's not true?

Norman Ellison: No.

Trini Gordo Garcia: [shrugs] Okay. It's not true.

Grady Coon-Ass Travis: It's completely fuckin true! We'll just give her some smokes. You ain't gotta fuck around and give her a whole pack neither. A fuckin four will do it.

Boyd Bible Swan: Norman, ignore him. Don't disappoint Christ now. Don't let them lead you astray.

Wardaddy: You see, we can kill them but we can't fuck them cause it says so in the Bible.

Boyd Bible Swan: Stop, alright? I'm done tryin to convert you heathens. You mind if I continue invading Germany?

Wardaddy: Boyd, do you think Jesus loves Hitler?

Boyd Bible Swan: Do I think Jesus loves Hitler? I'd assume so. If Hitler accepted Jesus into his heart and got baptized, he'd be saved. Ain't gonna save him from Man's justice.

Boyd Bible Swan: You from Missouri?

Norman Ellison: No.

Trini Gordo Garcia: You from Chicago?

Grady Coon-Ass Travis: Nah, you're from Arkansas, ain't you?

Norman Ellison: No, I'm from Pittsburgh...

Grady Coon-Ass Travis: Hey, hush up, man, nobody gives a fuck where you're from.

Trini Gordo Garcia: Where are your cigarettes?

Norman Ellison: I don't smoke.

Trini Gordo Garcia: You're a bastard.

Norman Ellison: First Sergeant Collier?

Wardaddy: [turns to face Norman] Maybe. What the fuck are you?

Norman Ellison: Private Ellison. I was told to report to you. I'm your new assistant driver.

Wardaddy: [takes a long look at Norman] No, you are not.

Norman Ellison: Yes, yes, I am...

Wardaddy: Goddammit! Who told you this?

Norman Ellison: [pointing] Master Sergeant with the clipboard...

Wardaddy: Bullshit!

Norman Ellison: [pointing] Right there, he...

Wardaddy: What's your name?

Norman Ellison: Norman.

Wardaddy: [pause] How long you been in the Army?

Norman Ellison: [breathes out] Eight weeks.

Wardaddy: [points to tank] That's home. Do as you're told. Don't get too close to anyone.

Grady Coon-Ass Travis: Aah, fuck! What the fuck you do that for? I'm tryin to fix it!

Wardaddy: You know why.

Grady Coon-Ass Travis: You wanna fuckin whoop me? It ain't gonna fuckin help anything!

Wardaddy: [radio check] Probate Fox Six.

Grady Coon-Ass Travis: I said, why you always whoopin on me?

Wardaddy: Because you're an animal, a dog. All you understand is the fist and boot.

Don "War Daddy" Collier: [After Norman doesn't fire on [[w:Volksstrum|Volksstrum; points to a wrecked [[w:M4 Sherman|Sherman tank] ] boys during an ambush] You see that? See what a kid can do? That's your fault! That's your fucking fault! Next German you see with a weapon, you rake the dogshit out of em! I don't care if it's a baby with a butter knife in one hand and momma's titty in the other, YOU CHOP HIM UP!!!

Don "War Daddy" Collier: [On Norman's mediocre performance in his first battle; [w:Ninth United States Army|Ninth Army] I had the best assistant driver in the entire ] in that seat, and now I got you. I promised my crew a long time ago I'd keep them alive. You're getting in the way of that.

Don "War Daddy" Collier: Ideals are peaceful. History is violent.

Don "War Daddy" Collier: I started this war killing Germans in Africa. Then France. Then Belgium. Now I'm killing Germans in Germany. It will end, soon. But before it does, a lot more people gotta die.

Don "War Daddy" Collier: Boyd, do you think Hitler would fuck one of us for a chocolate bar?

Don "War Daddy" Collier: Hey, you want to talk Mexican? Join another tank, a Mexican tank. This is an American tank, we talk American.

Don "War Daddy" Collier: I won't ask you to do anything I haven't done myself.

Gordo: This ain't pretty; it's what we do.

Gordo: [[w:Falaise pocket|We linked up with the Canadians and British and trapped an entire Kraut Army pulling back to Germany] In France, we hit the beach right after D-Day and fought through all those fucking hedgerows. We finally broke out into open country. And bypassed all these Kraut divisions. ]. We fucked them up. With planes and artillery. Dead Krauts and horses and busted up tanks and cars for miles. Miles. Your eyes see it but your head can't make no sense of it. We go in there. And for three whole days we shot wounded horses. All day long. Sun up to sundown. Putting down horses. Hot summer days. Ain't smelled nothing like it. The sound of it. Those fucking horses screaming. Black clouds of flies buzzing. Like being in a giant bee hive.

Gordo: She'll let you fuck her for a chocolate bar!

Coon-Ass: Norman, I'm sorry, y'know? I think...I think you're a good man, that's what I think. I think maybe we ain't, but...I think you are. So, just...I wanted to tell you that.

Coon-Ass: Damn son, you're a fighting, fucking, drinking machine!

Coon-Ass: Best job I ever had!

Coon-Ass: What happened happened, what's going to happen is going to happen. Sitting here playing house with a couple of bitch Krauts ain't gonna change a fucking thing.