Snakes.
Why did it have to be snakes?!
What’s the matter with you? Is this what you’ve become, a Hollywood finocchio who cries like a woman? “Oh, what do I do? What do I do?” What is that nonsense? Ridiculous!
He was from a long great military tradition. Somebody from his family had fought and died in every single American war. I guess you could say he had a lot to live up to.
Now what is a hero,
but a man with no choice…
…he needs courage and guts…
…as well as blond hair
and a high tenor voice…
He must climb the
impossible dream, and then…
…with a lump in his throat he must
cry with his last time for courage…
…to reach…
…the impossible not.
There he goes, Ol’ Blood and Guts.
Yeah.
Our blood, his guts.
Let me tell you something. You sell blood diamonds too.
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. You seem to prefer the latter.
You mean all this time we could have been friends?
I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
You are beginning to damage my calm.
You’re tearing me apart!
First they tore my arms off and threw them over there, then they tore my chest out and threw it over there…
Look, you stupid bastard, you’ve got no arms left!
Don’t look now.
If you can paint, I can walk!
Mein Führer, I can walk!
You ever see the way he walk? You’re gonna tell him why the other boys kick his ass all the time?
I am descended from those who wrestle angels and kill giants.
Who are you?
Your worst nightmare.