Axel:
You're so full of shit, you're gonna float away.
Michael:
Stanley, see this? This is this. This ain't something else. This is this. From now on, you're on your own.
Nick:
I don't think about that much with one shot anymore, Mike.
Michael:
You have to think about one shot. One shot is what it's all about. A deer's gotta be taken with one shot.
Julien:
When a man says no to champagne, he says no to life.
Stan:
How does it feel to be shot?
Michael:
Don't hurt. That's what you wanna know. And how it's been, doing OK.
Stan:
Yeah, same thing. Nothing's changed. I'm getting more ass than a toilet seat and Axel here, he's getting fatter than ever.
Stan:
There's sometimes I think that I swear you're a fucking faggot.
Michael:
You wanna play games? All right, I'll play your fucking games.
Michael:
I'll tell ya one thing, if I find out my life had to end up being in the mountains, it'd be all right, but it has to be in your mind.
Nick:
What? One shot?
Michael:
Two is pussy.
Michael:
A deer has to be taken with one shot. I try to tell people that but they don't listen.
Michael:
I'll tell you, Nick. You're the only guy I go hunting with, you know. I like a guy with quick moves and speed. I ain't gonna hunt with no assholes.
Michael:
Every time he comes up, he's got no knife, he's got no jacket, he's got no pants, he's got no boots. All he's got is that stupid gun he carries around like John Wayne.
Michael:
Holy shit, you know what those are? Those are sun dogs. It means a blessing on the hunter sent by the Great Wolf to his children. It's an old Indian thing.
Steven:
You get a deer?
Michael:
Naa man
Steven:
C'maaan! You didn't get a DEE-E-EAH?
Michael:
[
after he sights the deer but points the rifle upward and fires so that the deer just looks at him] Okay? Okay?
Nick:
I like the trees, you know? I like the way that the trees are on mountains, all the different... the way the trees are.
Nick:
Did you hear about the happy Roman?
Man in Locker Room:
Yeah.
Nick:
He was "glad he ate her."
VC guard:
MAU! MAU! DIDI MAU!
Michael:
What kind of beer would you like?
Linda:
What? I don't know. I don't care. Any kind.
Michael:
I'll get you a Rolling Rock.
Linda:
Okay.
Michael:
It's a good beer, it's the best around.
Axel:
Lemme ask you a question: how come I never see you eat?
Nick:
I like to starve myself: it keeps the fear up.
Army Doctor:
Chevotarevich, is that a Russian name?
Nick:
No, it's an American name.
[
first lines]
Michael:
Hey, watch out, Axel. We'll be calling him old fireballs after tonight.
Axel:
Fuckin' A.
Michael:
Not bad.
[
last lines]
Michael:
Here's to Nick.
Steven:
[
whispering] To Nick.
[All]:
To Nick.
Angela:
It's such a grey day.
Nick:
You trying to look like a prince?
Michael:
What do you mean, 'trying'?
Nick:
You got the wrong guy, ace!
Michael:
We gotta play with more bullets.
Nick:
What?
Michael:
More bullets...
[
gunshot]
Michael:
I gotta get more bullets in the gun.
Nick:
What?
Michael:
We gotta play with more bullets.
Nick:
More bullets in the gun?
Michael:
More bullets in the gun.
Nick:
How many more bullets?
Michael:
Three. That means we gotta play each other.
Nick:
More bullets against each other?
Michael:
We gotta do it!
Nick:
What? Are you Crazy?
Michael:
Nicky, it's the only way. I'll pick the moment. The game goes until I move. When I start shootin', go for the nearest guard, get his gun and zap the fucker!
Nick:
I'm not ready for this!
Michael:
You gotta listen to me... You wanna stay down here and die? Go on. It's up to you. Now it's up to you.
Nick:
NOOOOOOOO!
Michael:
Hey! Him against me! Side by side! Side by side!
Nick:
Get away! Get away!
Michael:
Side by side! Me and him! Me against him!
Related Links
*