We will kill until no Harkonnen breathes Arrakeen air.
I shall avenge you.
What are you gonna do? Nice college boy, didn’t want to get mixed up in the family business. Now you want to gun down a police captain.
Sit. Adjust. Pray. Attack.
Hey, you know, fuck you, man. Any moron with a pack of matches can set a fire. Raining down sulphur is like an endurance trial man. Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer.
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
Don’t ruin it by conjuring up images of Dale Evans, all right?
You know, the history of my own palomino began right here at this ranch. If I hadn’t-a gone through that gate a few years back, I’d never have gotten my pal, Trigger.
I hate Vietnam. There’s not one horse in this whole country. There’s not one horse in Vietnam. There’s somethin’ basically wrong with that.
Goooooooood morning, Vietnam! Hey, this is not a test! This is rock and roll! Time to rock it from the Delta to the D.M.Z.!
I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig… cow after cow… village after village… army after army…
We have a Hulk!
They have a cave troll!
l got a hard-on the size of the Statue of Liberty.
I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast.
You eat pieces of shit for breakfast?!?
I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
Bring out your dead!
He’s not quite dead.