Say “auf Wiedersehen” to your Nazi balls
Fuck me! I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it’s an ethos.
Blood and honor. Which one would you prefer to lose first?
This is a man bent on killing himself, it’s not secret, a guard found him in his chambers once trying to hang himself! This is a man who’s making value decisions on people’s lives!
These walls are funny. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them. That’s institutionalized.
What you don’t understand is… I’m not locked in here with you. You’re locked in here with me!
Wow, that was really scary. And if you don’t mind me saying, if that don’t work your breath will certainly get the job done, cause you definitely need some Tic Tacs or something cause your breath STINKS!
I smelled the whiskey on his breath. Then he took me. He took me, with the stink of filthy roadhouse whiskey on his breath, and I liked it. I liked it! With all that dirty touching of his hands all over me.
For me, bullshit is like breathing.
Well, it’s breathing now, but it’ll be hot down there. I could go with the lambswool, but then again, you’ll see a lot of khaki down there and this merlot looks good with the gray.
The Pit of Despair! Don’t even think …
…don’t even think about trying to escape. The chains are far too thick.
Wish you’d stop bein’ so good to me, cap’n.
I am Santini, the Great Santini.
Wars not make one great.
I tell you, we got two categories of pilots around here. We got your prime pilots that get all the hot planes, and we got your pud-knockers who dream about getting the hot planes. Now what are you two pud-knockers gonna have? Huh?
You think they would have trusted you behind the controls of a plane if they’d have to fly it? Come on, I think you as the kind of guy that would zip off one day in my F-14 and sell it to the Cubans, right?
When you pull a B-17 out of a formation you reduce the defensive power of the group by ten guns. A crippled aeroplane has to be expendable. The one thing which is never expendable is your obligation to this group. This group… this group - that has to be your loyalty; your only reason for being.
He’s gonna bust wide open. And he’s gonna do it to himself, too. Why? Because he’s a first rate guy… “over-identification with his men”, I think that’s what they call it.
Dozens of people spontaneously combust each year. It’s just not really widely reported.
Sounds like a bad break for me I wasn’t killed!