APOCALYPSE NOW
Colonel Walter E. Kurtz "I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. It's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor … and surviving."
Lieutenant Colonel Bill Kilgore "You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like … victory."
DIRTY HARRY
Harry Callahan "I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?"
"Opinions are like assholes; everybody has one."
FORREST GUMP
Forrest Gump "Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates, never know what you're gonna get."
Drill Sergeant: Gump! What's your sole purpose in this army?
Forrest Gump: To do whatever you tell me, drill sergeant!
Drill Sergeant: God damn it, Gump! You're a god damn genius! This is the most outstanding answer I have ever heard. You must have a goddamn I.Q. of 160. You are goddamn gifted, Private Gump.
Drill Sergeant: Gump! Why did you put that weapon together so quickly, Gump?
Forrest Gump: You told me to, Drill Sergeant.
FULL METAL JACKET
Pvt. Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-nine, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high.
DEVIL'S ADVOCATE
Kevin Lomax: What are you?
John Milton: Oh, I have so many names...
Kevin Lomax: Satan
John Milton: Call me Dad.
PULP FICTION
Marsellus: No man. I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
RAMBO
Rambo: Your worst nightmare.
Hamid: What's that?
Rambo: It's blue light.
Hamid: What does it do?
Rambo: It turns blue.
Colonel Trautman: How's the wound?
Rambo: You taught us to ignore pain, right?
Colonel Trautman: Is it working?
Rambo: Not really.
Colonel Trautman: Vagrancy wasn't it? That's gonna look real good on his grave stone in Arlington: Here lies John Rambo, winner of the Congressional Medal of Honor, survivor of countless incursions behind enemy lines. Killed for vagrancy in Jerkwater, USA.